Breathe
I can breathe freely. I don't know why I can, or what has changed. im still working close to 50 hours a week. I have no social life outside of work. And it sucks that I can't go to the things that I'm invited to just because the only friends I have are in college.
I love homeless people. I love how they run at you like they are going to attack you and steal your wallet for drug money. But they never actually make it to you. I love the city, how you can turn down one wrong street and get lost for thirty minutes. It's priceless. Unless you count up all the miles you lost and figure out how much gas you've wasted, and then there is a price. I love the architecture building and how it makes me think of a sleeping dragon turned into stone. And I love Taco Bell. I love it for all of its varieties of mexican food, which is really all the some thing, just assembled in differnt orders and styles. Who knew that if you put something on a flat, hard torilla it is called a mexican pizza (chalupa?), and if you take this creation and wrap it into a soft tortilla it is now, miracuously a crunchwrap (I have no idea. Is this even Mexican).
I really don't hate very many things. I occasionaly loathe something, but I can't ever imagine actually hating something or someone. I may say I hate something in the heat of a moment, but after reflecting on the situation and putting myself in the recieving end of my dislike, I realize that I don't care enough or have enough time or energy to actually stay mad at anything.
I love homeless people. I love how they run at you like they are going to attack you and steal your wallet for drug money. But they never actually make it to you. I love the city, how you can turn down one wrong street and get lost for thirty minutes. It's priceless. Unless you count up all the miles you lost and figure out how much gas you've wasted, and then there is a price. I love the architecture building and how it makes me think of a sleeping dragon turned into stone. And I love Taco Bell. I love it for all of its varieties of mexican food, which is really all the some thing, just assembled in differnt orders and styles. Who knew that if you put something on a flat, hard torilla it is called a mexican pizza (chalupa?), and if you take this creation and wrap it into a soft tortilla it is now, miracuously a crunchwrap (I have no idea. Is this even Mexican).
I really don't hate very many things. I occasionaly loathe something, but I can't ever imagine actually hating something or someone. I may say I hate something in the heat of a moment, but after reflecting on the situation and putting myself in the recieving end of my dislike, I realize that I don't care enough or have enough time or energy to actually stay mad at anything.