la la la
High school
is like the training wheels
for the bicycle
of real life. <--- (barely deliberate enough to even warrant punctuation)
[grimmace]
I've been thinking, pondering the precise nature of my confusion. I'm having trouble putting into words the emotional chaos surrounding recent events. This is of course inherently frustrating to the increasingly analytical mind, but moreso because it somehow leaves me vulnerable, perhaps only because organization is my only road to conclusion. Without conclusive ideas of my stance regarding a given issue, I can't trust myself to make decisions. I rarely get the opportunity anymore to logically analyze a dilemma before attempting to solve it. The source of my anxiety is, therefore, my absolute fear of making decisions (mistakes?) based solely on emotion. Emotion is volatile, unstable, rarely a constant.
High school is the false reality, the deceptive fishbowl that for the most part does the opposite of preparing its contently ignorant hostages for anything beyond its convex and distorted walls. Actually, anything beyond high school is just different from it altogether. "Beyond" is really just a relative term, though, that describes the chronology here. High school is unique; there aren't any things beyond or below it, merely before and after.
Actually, I've just decided that I hate high school so much and put it so far down on my list of significant topics that it isn't worth the work the muscles in my fingers had to do just to type that little paragraph out.
Sunshine and lollipops,
Adrienne
is like the training wheels
for the bicycle
of real life. <--- (barely deliberate enough to even warrant punctuation)
[grimmace]
I've been thinking, pondering the precise nature of my confusion. I'm having trouble putting into words the emotional chaos surrounding recent events. This is of course inherently frustrating to the increasingly analytical mind, but moreso because it somehow leaves me vulnerable, perhaps only because organization is my only road to conclusion. Without conclusive ideas of my stance regarding a given issue, I can't trust myself to make decisions. I rarely get the opportunity anymore to logically analyze a dilemma before attempting to solve it. The source of my anxiety is, therefore, my absolute fear of making decisions (mistakes?) based solely on emotion. Emotion is volatile, unstable, rarely a constant.
High school is the false reality, the deceptive fishbowl that for the most part does the opposite of preparing its contently ignorant hostages for anything beyond its convex and distorted walls. Actually, anything beyond high school is just different from it altogether. "Beyond" is really just a relative term, though, that describes the chronology here. High school is unique; there aren't any things beyond or below it, merely before and after.
Actually, I've just decided that I hate high school so much and put it so far down on my list of significant topics that it isn't worth the work the muscles in my fingers had to do just to type that little paragraph out.
Sunshine and lollipops,
Adrienne