Life isn't a word that means much of anything
When I was younger, I wanted something extravagant or crazy or depressing to happen to me so I could have some sort of unique adventure. But now I kinda feel like, just because you're traveling a lot, or going out all the time, having some crazy love triangle in your life, have a great job, doing what you've always dreamed, what does it matter. It's you who makes your life an adventure. It doesn't matter what you're doing if everyday is something new, if you do something that scares you or excites you. I don't really fully understand much of anything. I'm still in the process of being content with that. Because what I say now probably will change in a year, if not tomorrow. Can't the wisest man of the land only venture what he can walk with his own two feet? One girl from china said she didn't like me because I thought I was better than everyone else. I've heard a lot of things and probably equally not as many said about me. But that was the first for that one. It's weird the things I care and don't care about how people view me, even though it shouldn't matter at all. If you rip me off, I'll probably give you a big tip, and then never talk to you again. If I think I'm better than you, then I really have some work to do with myself. I fucking hate the midnight to eight shift.