shit shit shit
so, i haven't been writing. at least nothing about myself for a while. there's always that little voice nagging about how i haven't blogged, but it seems to be tightly buried beneath other thoughts such as: "i haven't washed the mascara stains out of my towels in two weeks," or "i'm going on wikipedia to absorb useless knowledge about random zip codes in america." oh the joys of living in a world where there are so many other wonderful things to write about besides ourselves (maybe)! distractions are my best friend.
"things happen for a reason." i feel like i've been saying this to myself a lot lately in response to shitty life events. i have to laugh at this thought. i mean, i guess they do. there has to be some reason (which i am, of course, unaware of) for these things that life throws my way. i read something really eloquent the other day about the universe having its own instincts, that it can sense when we're approaching a collective overload on something, and tries to push us another way to get us to realize why we exist...blah blah blah. or, in my case, the universe kicks me in the ass and lets me fall flat on my face and it's really supposed to be a blessing in disguise. either way, i'm alright.
"things happen for a reason." i feel like i've been saying this to myself a lot lately in response to shitty life events. i have to laugh at this thought. i mean, i guess they do. there has to be some reason (which i am, of course, unaware of) for these things that life throws my way. i read something really eloquent the other day about the universe having its own instincts, that it can sense when we're approaching a collective overload on something, and tries to push us another way to get us to realize why we exist...blah blah blah. or, in my case, the universe kicks me in the ass and lets me fall flat on my face and it's really supposed to be a blessing in disguise. either way, i'm alright.