Assumptions bug me.

May 18, 2008 01:11

I have determined that I seriously hate people assuming stuff about me. Assuming things like how I will react, what I think and feel about things, even assuming that I have done work.

Someone I know put it across very bluntly to me. I hate stereotypes. Every time someone assumes something about me, they place me in a box, a preset. I loathe this concept for some reason. I try and break out from every mould that someone puts me in. I don't want people to assume things about me. I want them to see me for how and who I am.

I have a big thing for this song right now.

Brazil.mp3

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "Someday soon"
We kissed and clung together

Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil

Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing that I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil

That old Brazil

introspective, lyrics, mp3

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