I love that splatter of red against an otherwise monotonous background. It makes the place look somewhat romantic.
Dear certain “cabbage” lover,
There’s just got to be a limit to how clingy and “present” you could be. I think I’m making one of my favorite bitches proud by saying this.
Matter-of-factly speaking,
Watch how high you hold your head or your neck might snap. Every time you presume to act like you’re above it all, you only prove to people how incredibly low and superficial you are as a person. Your mealy-mouthed act doesn’t get you anywhere either. The people around you aren’t as dumb as you think. If you’re under the impression that they’re buying your farcical impersonations of some intellectually superior human being, then think again. They can see right through your greasy surface pretending to be polished. And they don’t think twice about being vicious when you’re not around. Bottom line is, you don’t please them at all. You’re just another clown in a business suit. I thought you should know.
Seasons
I’m yet to see snow, to feel it, the harshness of winter. I need to witness it before I can believe its actuality. I need to hate it somehow. I need to learn how to. I want to be able to tell other people the difference between winter and spring, winter and summer, winter and fall. I want to give them intelligent and experienced answers, answers that could only come out of the mouth of someone who has known something by heart. I want to be knowledgeable. I want to spew out things that don’t sound too educated as if they came from a book written by some half-witted scholar who’s wasted his entire life buried in books and who’d never once tasted anything else besides dried pages and ancient dust. I want to be able to give answers that spring from living life the way it should be lived, that are charged to experience, emotionally fueled but reasonably opinionated nevertheless. I don’t want to steal the words and perspective of others. I want to have my own. That, I think, is the only way I would be able to hate and love, to distinguish both and differentiate one from the other. I want to hate snow just as much as I love it now. I want to be bitten and frozen and tortured by winter, and to be thawed and warmed and hypnotized afterwards. I want to experience everything. So let me feel what I have to. I want to grow up.
