splotchy soup, splotchy footsteps.
some things i was wondering--
1. why do women / females find it so satiating to make fun of other women's appearances, as in i'm not as fat as HER. HAHAHAHA ! i don't get it at all. i mean, the sick thing is, i do get it, but luckily i try to step back from that kind of thinking because it's so vapid. but really. does anyone really feel good about themselves by comparing themselves to someone who they look down on just because the former weighs less than the latter ? yikes. and i'd imagine that even if we were all sans sight, we'd find a way to be prejudice and vain to each other despite being blind. it's probably just a part of this culture in general. sad though.
2. are young people / older people who never learn a lesson or two about their own behavioural types-- in other countries-- as naive and stupidly repetitive at scoring themselves bad credit as seems to be the norm in the u.s. ? i mean, generally speaking of course. there will always be exceptions no matter where you go. but still. do people in europe and asia and south of the equator countries drag themselves into credit card debt so robotically as is done here ? sometimes i am convinced that the minimal-thinking ahead kind of people are unique to america, but i'm sure i could be wrong. i just wonder.
3. note to those living life out there : i'm not perfect, and i'm aware of this. hell, it's quite obvious if you know me at all that i have a social phobia maximum, though i'll happily call it a preference for being alone / awayw from unnecessary noise as opposed to some negative condition on my part. it's just more well understood by the masses as social anxiety. i've grown, but into a hole. a hole i love. and it's not my v-spot, but it might as well be. ha. jaykay. i know sometimes i throw value-type spits of theories and things to ponder out there, but i'm still as fucked up as the next person. i just try to consciously recognise my faults so that i don't let them take me over. it happens-- i've seen it spread like wildfire. and to run myself into bouts of fear, i'll liken it to yellow jackets. i do not like bees and their stings ! i will keep taking hammers and nails to my thinking patterns. and avoid nexts of swarming insects with cyanide-tipped wings. i freaking digress.
whatever though.
just rambling.
that's what i do sometimes when i finally
don't work everysingledayever.
but at least i have a steady job.
pish.
and quiznos is not that hot. but i could absolutely go for a rainstorm.