21 years of learning. Observing, postulating, pondering, and thinking for more than two decades, and it's still not enough. If I make it another 21 years will I still feel the same? I was supposed to have everything figured out by now ( Read more... )

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I just wanted to tell you that I think you have the most irresistible face. No, I mean it . That smile is something out of an old movie. Not to say that it's black and white and can't act, but that smile brings back the glory days. I mean, it just won't quit. I think that even if your face looked sad, it could still make me happy. Not that I take ( Read more... )

This room is 82 degrees fahrenheit and 41% humidity. I am 41% submerged. It could almost be raining in here. Yesterday was actually 52%. I could barely move, and then I remembered to kick with my legs ( Read more... )

A friend of mine says that she spent the past weekend in a drunken haze. I wish it had been me. I wish I had the option of turning a number of days into fuzz. She says she doesn't want to make a habit of it. I would ( Read more... )

But how much of a handicap is it really? You know, Aristotle said that anyone who’s ever succeeded in politics, poetry, philosophy, art, or music was a melancholic. So, according to him, this isn’t a handicap at all. In fact, it’s an advantage. Was Aristotle a melancholic? Is success in any of the areas above really worth it ( Read more... )

So I did it. I took a chance and reached out. I said I'd never do it. What happened? Nothing. Just as it should have been. "Thanks for letting me know you're okay." Who are we kidding ( Read more... )

I've got that song stuck in my head. I mean, I totally dig the tune, but it just won't leave me alone. I turn the corner and there it is - following me. Quite honestly, I feel great that I heard it. I've wanted to find a song that portrays that kind of sentiment for over a year. Now I've got it. I can't tell you what it is though. Revealing my ( Read more... )

I seriously thought I'd never write something on an online journal ever again. I thought maybe a Lolcat or something, but a full on journal post? No way. Yet here I am once again. This thing is like the mafia. You think you're out, but you can never really leave the family ( Read more... )

I think the worst part about being a pessimist with low self esteem is trying to figure out the world, coming up with an explanation, figuring you're probably wrong, and then coming to found out that you were right the whole time.