if only Jane Austen were here
She'd know what to do... about absolutely everything. Or at least give me pointers on how to turn it all into a great novel. I'm not lost but I'm not exactly where I need to be either. All in good time, right but how much time does it really have to take?
I feel disrespected to the point that I can hear Aretha Franklin spelling it out in the back of my mind. Of course I can't say anything, sorry Aretha, but I'm a pushover. There is a threshold at some point but it's still out of reach. I have so much to do, so much I probably should say and sadly apathy usually takes over. The one question I find myself pondering is, "Is it worth it?". Sometimes it's hard to determine the different values of worth. The pros vs. the cons.
Maybe I should stop taking everything so seriously, maybe an apathetic approach would prove to be less disappointing. I guess that's what it sums up to, right now I just feel disappointed. And here we are again on the subject of great expectations. I need a piano. And some color. And then to just carry on.
Who am I kidding, of course I'm going to take things seriously, and of course I'm going to expect to be respected. There's nothing wrong with hoping for greatness and being disappointed when things prove to be not so great.
I will no longer just accept words of appeasement. Now I will repeat that a hundred times until it starts to stick.
I feel disrespected to the point that I can hear Aretha Franklin spelling it out in the back of my mind. Of course I can't say anything, sorry Aretha, but I'm a pushover. There is a threshold at some point but it's still out of reach. I have so much to do, so much I probably should say and sadly apathy usually takes over. The one question I find myself pondering is, "Is it worth it?". Sometimes it's hard to determine the different values of worth. The pros vs. the cons.
Maybe I should stop taking everything so seriously, maybe an apathetic approach would prove to be less disappointing. I guess that's what it sums up to, right now I just feel disappointed. And here we are again on the subject of great expectations. I need a piano. And some color. And then to just carry on.
Who am I kidding, of course I'm going to take things seriously, and of course I'm going to expect to be respected. There's nothing wrong with hoping for greatness and being disappointed when things prove to be not so great.
I will no longer just accept words of appeasement. Now I will repeat that a hundred times until it starts to stick.