Washouts

[aconsciousflow]

I've come to find that I genuinely care. Despite my best efforts, I'm not the detached, desensitized social robot that I've had in mind to be. Maybe I am sometimes, but that's not where it's at. Nope. I'd like to get gratification out of every second of the 15,000 days I have left, and appreciate all of the passing disappointments for what they

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[somesimplicity]

I have a friend or I should say used to have a friend, with the hugest sad eyes. They are pitch black (although technically they must be the darkest brown.) He is aloof most of the time, hiding any and all emotion he chooses and his eyes turn the dullest black. Absolutely no way to read anything in them, completely indifferent. When he is mad or excited, which isn't often, they get shiny black, alive and full of fire. Funny how he can turn it on and off.

PS
Do you go to college around here?

[aconsciousflow]

A crazy thing about the eyes, other than all the information they hold, is that they never age.

Where is "around here"?

I went to SDSU and graduated back in 03'.

I'm in central Orange County now...playin out my days, in a dream.

[refinnej_7]

Sometimes I think it would be easier just to not care, or at least possess the ability to seem above it all. I wish my eyes were pitch black and seemingly emotionless, but alas, I am the world's worst poker player in addition to being a weepy half-Irish weenie.

I don't know. I guess I can appreciate a facade. Like Reata.

[aconsciousflow]

It would be easier, better, and in tune with the planet not to care. What I'm trying to do find the sweet spot, where I'm functioning at the least amount of caring, and feeling good about it.

A Weepy half-Irish weenie. The mystery starts to unravel...