You know what’s odd? I relate to bad news better than good news. Not to say I’m used to it, but it seems like I’m more prepared to face sadness than anything else. And I understand things better especially when I don’t want to understand them. Nothing dramatic ever happened to me so far, or should I say rarely, but I do think about the what ifs, so that kinda helps lol. Now what puts me in perspective? Life’s experiences of many, with tiny weeny addition of my own. Well I probably don’t remember much of my past but I sometimes think time slipping away is a bastard. Cold and selfish. Rude and reckless. Well… no reason. It’s self explanatory.
Speaking of which, I loathe self explaining expressions like, “I need you” and stuff because the message is so loud and clear it’s annoying. It makes me feel insufficient, yet important. I just can’t say no to that it’s hard. It’s like my kryptonite. Whattabitch.
Then again, I don’t think it’s selfish when people get personal over jobs/life etc. Not always, really. Unprofessional, some might say. So what? Nothing wrong either. Because, eventually, you do things according to what you want and how you want them to happen and they work out alright. Rules aside, we certainly have personal interests that keep us going; things that make our lives worthwhile. Unless you’re not a person then I think you should be more pissed, why you just can’t get personal at all. Well, it’s a human thing to do. And it’s part of growing up. And to think that we’ve grown up…
And to think that we’ve grown up. Ay, screw that.
*Hey Randomness, your words are preposterous it’s disturbing. I suggest you stop making sense with your profanity now. You have amused me enough :)
I wouldn’t have written this down if I wasn’t myself. I believe when you’re being yourself, there’s no need to feel bad about it. 'Nuff said.