Right Hook Left Straight
It's been another long while. Funny how you lose your thoughts if you don't keep them down.
I still feel bad that I'm not getting a real job. I wonder if it's because I'm just useless or if it's because I really don't want to. There's this hidden fear that I'll never live up to some expectation out there. I don't even know where this feeling comes from. Maybe it's all we can do as humans to try and make sense of our lives.
I've gotten pretty annoyed at my roomates lately. It's not that they're bad people. Hell, I know I'm not a prince when it comes to habitual tendencies and complexes. I'm petty. I'm shallow. I hold a grudge pretty damn well when it all comes down to it. Still, you can't help but shake your head in shock and wonderment at all these things. I got myself pretty worked up on hate. Funny thing is, I tried to share it . . . and then it just came out in this very abstract and sarcastic way. I wonder if Josh and Jon knew how crazy they're driving me.
Josh.:
Dont' tell me what I can and can't eat. No offense, but you're not my goddamn mom.
Jonathan:
1) Not everyone is out to get you. Not everyone is judging you. Rather, you seem to be the one judging everyone else. You flippantly make your hurtful statements (which aren't funny, I don't know why you laugh at your own jokes) all the while insensitive to what hearts your break. Maybe if you stopped thinking of people as "good" and "bad" 'you can open up that fucking narrow mind of yours and realize that we're all kind of short on righteousness. Ah well. It's ok. You don't put your foot in your mouth . . . much . . . anymore . . .
Raymond:
1) I can never get mad at you.
You know, there's always this strange feeling of who I'm suppose to be writing this journal to. I thought of this because I pondered on adding a disclaimer involving the names I've written up above. Do you ever think you need to hide names just so you won't gasp! upset people?
I'm not answerable to people. At least not what I write in this journal. Hell, maybe if I posted this mother and told everyone to go read my livejournal like the other socialites THEN I'd be an asshole. But as it stands, the only people I know who even read this is Justin who somehow has me on this tracker thing . . . I still dont' know how you do that friend . . . but never bring up any of these things to me.
I realize I am a very embittered man these past days. I do not know why, except for the fact that I've let the opinions of people run over me. Time for that to end I dare say.
I still feel bad that I'm not getting a real job. I wonder if it's because I'm just useless or if it's because I really don't want to. There's this hidden fear that I'll never live up to some expectation out there. I don't even know where this feeling comes from. Maybe it's all we can do as humans to try and make sense of our lives.
I've gotten pretty annoyed at my roomates lately. It's not that they're bad people. Hell, I know I'm not a prince when it comes to habitual tendencies and complexes. I'm petty. I'm shallow. I hold a grudge pretty damn well when it all comes down to it. Still, you can't help but shake your head in shock and wonderment at all these things. I got myself pretty worked up on hate. Funny thing is, I tried to share it . . . and then it just came out in this very abstract and sarcastic way. I wonder if Josh and Jon knew how crazy they're driving me.
Josh.:
Dont' tell me what I can and can't eat. No offense, but you're not my goddamn mom.
Jonathan:
1) Not everyone is out to get you. Not everyone is judging you. Rather, you seem to be the one judging everyone else. You flippantly make your hurtful statements (which aren't funny, I don't know why you laugh at your own jokes) all the while insensitive to what hearts your break. Maybe if you stopped thinking of people as "good" and "bad" 'you can open up that fucking narrow mind of yours and realize that we're all kind of short on righteousness. Ah well. It's ok. You don't put your foot in your mouth . . . much . . . anymore . . .
Raymond:
1) I can never get mad at you.
You know, there's always this strange feeling of who I'm suppose to be writing this journal to. I thought of this because I pondered on adding a disclaimer involving the names I've written up above. Do you ever think you need to hide names just so you won't gasp! upset people?
I'm not answerable to people. At least not what I write in this journal. Hell, maybe if I posted this mother and told everyone to go read my livejournal like the other socialites THEN I'd be an asshole. But as it stands, the only people I know who even read this is Justin who somehow has me on this tracker thing . . . I still dont' know how you do that friend . . . but never bring up any of these things to me.
I realize I am a very embittered man these past days. I do not know why, except for the fact that I've let the opinions of people run over me. Time for that to end I dare say.