Fuck land, I'm on a boat.
I've learned that accepting that which you have not a pinch of desire to accept is a very hard thing to do. This is very obvious and requires little to no thought process to figure out. Even Hellen fucking Keller knew that. [Before becoming an educated, upstanding, and respected member of society]. I wish, however, all tasks that were hard for me accomplish could be achieved after a swift kick in the ass and a couple cups (or pots) of coffee. It's not the most optimistic of lifestyles when every single day you wake up with the same stale, crusty, vinegar soaked chip on your shoulder. That chip isn't going anywhere, and that chip is pissed. That chip was never here before, and who the fuck invited it? But I guess chips perch on shoulders everywhere, just like pigeons who shit wherever they choose.