Friday, August 31, 2012

Times like these

There was a really sad paragraph here. But I know now, that some things are better left unsaid. Even if they are just to myself.

I guess all I wanted to say is that I'm sad.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

You Can Surf Later

We are the
 unwilling
Led by the
 Unqualified
Doing the
 Unnecessary
For The
 Ungrateful

Saturday, August 18, 2012

EGO

I wish that people can just let go. It's really stupid for people to even have an ego when you try to have a conversation. People suck and then you move on. Such is life.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Unaware

As I get older I become more aware of decisions and crossroads that never would have affected me before. Sometimes I just don't know what to do, and I guess that's part of the beauty of youth. Not knowing whether or not a 9-5 is a step up in life or 4 steps back.

En garde

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Some days you just cant win

There are nights I just give in and let her win because that's the right thing to do. She gets to have her way because she works so damn hard. But sometimes, it needs to work the other way around. There needs to be two thought patterns that are in sync. Not just one dominating the other. This isn't just because one person should be right and one should be wrong, it's my side makes us and her side breaks us. But some days, you just can't win.

Yes

Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.

Anomaly

My life and myself are just incoherent ideas mumbled together to form something seemingly sentient. Stringed together like processed cheese sticks, until it fits. I'm merely an idea, and an enigma to myself.