The cake is a lie
I guess I'm just posting to state that I continue to exist.
Although, I suppose that really doesn't matter, as livejournal would be much the same regardless, but still, maybe I'll die or something and this will help establish some sort of timeline.
Sure, that stuff. Why not.
So, I let someone into my heart, and they really wrecked up the place. But that's nothing particularly new. Everyone tells me I'll find someone better, but that's such a baseless lie. It's like telling someone with AIDS that they're gonna start feeling better soon. Patterns clearly indicate that it's something about me that results in these situations, so as long as I'm involved, trends should continue. I keep hearing that I'm attractive, but that just makes people want to have sex with me. I keep hearing that I'm sweet and kind hearted and witty and smart and other assorted personality based assessments of my characteristics, but all that does is encourage people to utilize me as a tool to enhance themselves. What am I supposed to do to get someone to just care about me, and desire my company in a manner that is not entirely based on my convenience as an item to serve a purpose such as solving problems and providing entertainment?
Perhaps I should be bothered by my willingness to settle, but I cannot simply attribute someone with failure until such a point that they actually fail, which kinda sucks, but it's a part of my morality that I'd rather not abandon just because it sucks and gets me hurt a lot. There's a difference between change that results from growth, and change that is simply the pruning of traits that aren't inherently inferior to others. I like a lot of the things about myself that end up making things more difficult, and I cannot just abandon them because they are inconvenient. For all my complaint, and my willingness to bend and roll with what comes, there are some things that I simply cannot allow myself to let go of, regardless of how appealing it may be.
Folks'd like to think I'm just awfully pessimistic, but it's optimism that keeps getting me hurt. So I suppose that as long as I hate life, I haven't lost hope. What a delight.
Anyway, this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist.
Look at me, still talking while there's science to do. When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you. I've experiments to run, there is research to be done on the people who are still alive.
Believe me, I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive.
When you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
Still alive.
Although, I suppose that really doesn't matter, as livejournal would be much the same regardless, but still, maybe I'll die or something and this will help establish some sort of timeline.
Sure, that stuff. Why not.
So, I let someone into my heart, and they really wrecked up the place. But that's nothing particularly new. Everyone tells me I'll find someone better, but that's such a baseless lie. It's like telling someone with AIDS that they're gonna start feeling better soon. Patterns clearly indicate that it's something about me that results in these situations, so as long as I'm involved, trends should continue. I keep hearing that I'm attractive, but that just makes people want to have sex with me. I keep hearing that I'm sweet and kind hearted and witty and smart and other assorted personality based assessments of my characteristics, but all that does is encourage people to utilize me as a tool to enhance themselves. What am I supposed to do to get someone to just care about me, and desire my company in a manner that is not entirely based on my convenience as an item to serve a purpose such as solving problems and providing entertainment?
Perhaps I should be bothered by my willingness to settle, but I cannot simply attribute someone with failure until such a point that they actually fail, which kinda sucks, but it's a part of my morality that I'd rather not abandon just because it sucks and gets me hurt a lot. There's a difference between change that results from growth, and change that is simply the pruning of traits that aren't inherently inferior to others. I like a lot of the things about myself that end up making things more difficult, and I cannot just abandon them because they are inconvenient. For all my complaint, and my willingness to bend and roll with what comes, there are some things that I simply cannot allow myself to let go of, regardless of how appealing it may be.
Folks'd like to think I'm just awfully pessimistic, but it's optimism that keeps getting me hurt. So I suppose that as long as I hate life, I haven't lost hope. What a delight.
Anyway, this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist.
Look at me, still talking while there's science to do. When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you. I've experiments to run, there is research to be done on the people who are still alive.
Believe me, I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive.
When you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
Still alive.