Reflections
I think the saying "the good ole days" was invented by senior citizens. Did things ever seem much better before? Sometimes. I miss having fun, no morals, debauchery, hedonism, and any other morally depraved act. I also miss the regular times. Talking, drinking, listening, exploring. I think I've lost that. I miss excitement, nervousness, anxious feelings. I miss questioning myself when I'm wrong but then again, I have no opposing view. I've surrounded myself with me and I'm bored with myself. My greatest deprevity is that I might be losing it, that youth but more than that. The hope that things can be better when evidence shows that it just gets worse. If you're reading this than you're strange as well. But life's paths part and diverge and excitement can happen somewhere in the middle of that.