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i think the rule "sadly, some things are better left unsaid"
should be changed to "most things are better left unsaid"
i just saw mallrats.
and i was thinking about silent bob, so you might get the connection.
either way, i was thinking about how people so often
think that everyone has this entitlement, or opportunity given,
to say whats on their mind.
and i guess its true to say why shouldn't i be able to speak
and give ideas,
but i just think some people believe everyone else was waiting for them to
open their mouth, when it wasn't really their time, or turn.
the crappy part is i only notice when other people do it.
i was also thinking about the movie i(heart) huckabees.
the line "how am i not myself?"
was pretty funny, and interesting.
i repeat it to myself sometimes, because it sounds so weird to say.
i always thought that there is a good feeling that
comes with making any decision, and how it makes you who you
are. whether you feel the gun was to
your head or not. and yeah, i feel shitty when its my fault,
but when i make a decision and its a good one, then hell yes,
i made that decision. and it was twenty million times better
than that crappy one. or something along those lines.
anyways, stuff moves on. i change. i look at other peoples
lives and move closer to this, further from that.
why live a live full of regrets because black is black
and white is white, and anything not good is immediately
a regrettable experience? i dont ever want to claim im some
perfectly respectable person with a solid credit background.
anyways, im ranty, and tired. and need to sleep for work tomorrow.
see people around.
should be changed to "most things are better left unsaid"
i just saw mallrats.
and i was thinking about silent bob, so you might get the connection.
either way, i was thinking about how people so often
think that everyone has this entitlement, or opportunity given,
to say whats on their mind.
and i guess its true to say why shouldn't i be able to speak
and give ideas,
but i just think some people believe everyone else was waiting for them to
open their mouth, when it wasn't really their time, or turn.
the crappy part is i only notice when other people do it.
i was also thinking about the movie i(heart) huckabees.
the line "how am i not myself?"
was pretty funny, and interesting.
i repeat it to myself sometimes, because it sounds so weird to say.
i always thought that there is a good feeling that
comes with making any decision, and how it makes you who you
are. whether you feel the gun was to
your head or not. and yeah, i feel shitty when its my fault,
but when i make a decision and its a good one, then hell yes,
i made that decision. and it was twenty million times better
than that crappy one. or something along those lines.
anyways, stuff moves on. i change. i look at other peoples
lives and move closer to this, further from that.
why live a live full of regrets because black is black
and white is white, and anything not good is immediately
a regrettable experience? i dont ever want to claim im some
perfectly respectable person with a solid credit background.
anyways, im ranty, and tired. and need to sleep for work tomorrow.
see people around.