Pulling out my own teeth as a pre-teen, lying on a bed with no socks on, with my mom (back when she still loved me), eating finger foods (from Jack in the Box) and watching Crocodile Dundee on TV. Finger foods.
My attitude isn't bad, your perception of it is simply shitty. Conventions never really did much of anything for me. Oxford commas make me think of the following adjective: boring.
Embracing the void may be a whole lot like embracing the internet. I forget. I forgot a lot of things, but I do remember this: each person is a snowflake and inside of each snowflake exists a galaxy or a world. You are a snowflake, a galaxy, and a world. But if you are, then so am I- and in that case it is no longer so special anymore. That is most likely why egalitarian concepts don't go over very well with the crowd. We all want to be unique. I need my voice not only to be loud, but the loudest sound around. And, if I can't have this then I will remain silent. We all need to be unique.
Actually, more accurately: we all need to be unique and we need, simultaneously, for everybody else to be boring because this will greatly enhance our state of individuality, allure, and charm.
I am the type of person who will tell your secret if I am asked about it (although, I will keep it if unprompted). I don't believe that what one doesn't know cannot hurt them- ignorance is the most violent weapon. Also, never underestimate the venom of imagination.
I hope these confessions don't mean I am, or make me out to be, a bad friend. But then again, I know I am no good in the friend department. My heart bleeds and I believe in sentiment, but loyalty has always seemed extremely wrong to me; at least, that is, blind loyalty- I prefer diplomacy. Whatever that means.
I am avoiding the mirror and purposely forgetting to eat my greens; I just need- for once, for one moment- my physical state to align with the state of my emotions and my mind. I've always liked poetry that rhymes.
These theories, albeit silly, always work (it seems): a. make it elite and people will want to join, b. make it expensive and its value will increase (probably even exponentially), c. ignore a person and they will (inevitably, eventually) crave your attention.
Life in the third-dimension is never not a bit hectic. If one learns to embrace absurdity then living becomes easy. If one does not care about anything then one can be care-free. Only, caring can be comforting. And comfort is "pretty sweet". There is no cure for the common cold, the mean reds, or a case of the blues. Finger foods.
My attitude isn't bad, your perception of it is simply shitty. Conventions never really did much of anything for me. Oxford commas make me think of the following adjective: boring.
Embracing the void may be a whole lot like embracing the internet. I forget. I forgot a lot of things, but I do remember this: each person is a snowflake and inside of each snowflake exists a galaxy or a world. You are a snowflake, a galaxy, and a world. But if you are, then so am I- and in that case it is no longer so special anymore. That is most likely why egalitarian concepts don't go over very well with the crowd. We all want to be unique. I need my voice not only to be loud, but the loudest sound around. And, if I can't have this then I will remain silent. We all need to be unique.
Actually, more accurately: we all need to be unique and we need, simultaneously, for everybody else to be boring because this will greatly enhance our state of individuality, allure, and charm.
I am the type of person who will tell your secret if I am asked about it (although, I will keep it if unprompted). I don't believe that what one doesn't know cannot hurt them- ignorance is the most violent weapon. Also, never underestimate the venom of imagination.
I hope these confessions don't mean I am, or make me out to be, a bad friend. But then again, I know I am no good in the friend department. My heart bleeds and I believe in sentiment, but loyalty has always seemed extremely wrong to me; at least, that is, blind loyalty- I prefer diplomacy. Whatever that means.
I am avoiding the mirror and purposely forgetting to eat my greens; I just need- for once, for one moment- my physical state to align with the state of my emotions and my mind. I've always liked poetry that rhymes.
These theories, albeit silly, always work (it seems): a. make it elite and people will want to join, b. make it expensive and its value will increase (probably even exponentially), c. ignore a person and they will (inevitably, eventually) crave your attention.
Life in the third-dimension is never not a bit hectic. If one learns to embrace absurdity then living becomes easy. If one does not care about anything then one can be care-free. Only, caring can be comforting. And comfort is "pretty sweet". There is no cure for the common cold, the mean reds, or a case of the blues. Finger foods.
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