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Things don't seem real. I'll be the first to point out that sounds very hippy, but it's true. I noticed this when a couple of friends and I went ate at a chinese place north on High street. Our semblance of a group of friends seemed very forced; it was the first time we'd all hung out together in a week or so, and the only things people were saying were those conversation fillers you are sometimes forced to revert to when there's nothing of real substance to bring up. Not only did our clique seem more professional than true, but the actual world around seemed a little muffled and surreal.
I've noticed a general trend in my livejournal / xanga posts. They're more musings, less events. This is due to the fact that I really don't do all that much down here but think about things. I wish I had a girl to think with and do things with. Sadly I've only met girls that fulfill one of the two, conceptualists or adventurous go get 'em types. I've also gotten the sneaking suspicion lately that any expectations out of life at all are worthless.
Live life expecting nothing, the bad shit doesn't seem so bad, and the good shit is unexpectedly nice. I told that to Stanton in an IM message. Some life, huh?
*sigh*
I've noticed a general trend in my livejournal / xanga posts. They're more musings, less events. This is due to the fact that I really don't do all that much down here but think about things. I wish I had a girl to think with and do things with. Sadly I've only met girls that fulfill one of the two, conceptualists or adventurous go get 'em types. I've also gotten the sneaking suspicion lately that any expectations out of life at all are worthless.
Live life expecting nothing, the bad shit doesn't seem so bad, and the good shit is unexpectedly nice. I told that to Stanton in an IM message. Some life, huh?
*sigh*