oh my god, what am I doing?
I've noticed of late that I've been reduce to whining about girls at school. I thought to myself, "Wait! Isn't that what normal girls do? Good lord! I'm losing it!"
So to make sure, I flipped back to my first entries... lo and behold! I ranted about politics and culture and world events then. Now what do I complain about?! Next thing I know, I'm going to support torture, Prop 8, and curbstomp babies. You would think that as one matures, one would prefer philosophy over school woes... but maybe I'm growing in reverse.
It's not that I'm no longer interested in philosophy or politics or religion, it's that the drone of daily life takes the front seat in my mind. Hence, a series of very emotionally charged journal entries that were extremely childish and crudely written.
Nothing of great importance to speak on now, but I'll find something. D:
So to make sure, I flipped back to my first entries... lo and behold! I ranted about politics and culture and world events then. Now what do I complain about?! Next thing I know, I'm going to support torture, Prop 8, and curbstomp babies. You would think that as one matures, one would prefer philosophy over school woes... but maybe I'm growing in reverse.
It's not that I'm no longer interested in philosophy or politics or religion, it's that the drone of daily life takes the front seat in my mind. Hence, a series of very emotionally charged journal entries that were extremely childish and crudely written.
Nothing of great importance to speak on now, but I'll find something. D: