PMS post..... passing judgement
Yes folks it's that time again PMS...... ohhhh my..... no telling what's gonna come out of me when The Pre-menstral Beast takes over.
I swear it's not hormones but Demonic Possession....
I'm 31 years old, half my life is over, in dog years I'd most likely be facing death soon. Soooo, I need to do something that makes me feel like I haven't wasted it all.
Anything like Rock Climbing or Skydiving is out after all that doesn't establish a good life only the insanity of those living it.
I'd like to fall madly in love but considering I'm seeing a guy that measures his biceps, 17.5 inches...... woooohoooo...... and only sees me twice a month.... seems that's out of the question too.
My Career is coming along just fine so I guess thats a plus.
Maybe I'm too hard on the world..... maybe I should relax and accept that most of Earth's population is shallow and self-centered. Maybe I'm alone because I choose to be..... maybe I have unattainable expectations.
I cannot stand people without depth....
Intelligence, played right, can pull anyone into an interesting often impressive conversation but depth can't be feigned.
Tell me of World War II and all the key players and you've caught my attention.... demonstrate your compassion and the beauty you find in the simplest things and it might become something other than a one sided conversation. I'm tired of the mud puddle people as I call them..... the ones who's souls you can throw a rock into and still see it peaking out once it's landed.
I've ranted about them before..... the material driven, SUV driving, gold card carrying, gym people that can't see past their own ambition to consider the reality of this world. They go through life like mules wearing blinders that lead them to the "right" school, the "right" job, the "right" friends and the "right" mate..... they don't dare look left or right for fear of wandering off the "right" path.
They're mules carrying a closet full of bones.... Gotta be what the world wants them to be or they fail.....
How sad......
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Skky
I swear it's not hormones but Demonic Possession....
I'm 31 years old, half my life is over, in dog years I'd most likely be facing death soon. Soooo, I need to do something that makes me feel like I haven't wasted it all.
Anything like Rock Climbing or Skydiving is out after all that doesn't establish a good life only the insanity of those living it.
I'd like to fall madly in love but considering I'm seeing a guy that measures his biceps, 17.5 inches...... woooohoooo...... and only sees me twice a month.... seems that's out of the question too.
My Career is coming along just fine so I guess thats a plus.
Maybe I'm too hard on the world..... maybe I should relax and accept that most of Earth's population is shallow and self-centered. Maybe I'm alone because I choose to be..... maybe I have unattainable expectations.
I cannot stand people without depth....
Intelligence, played right, can pull anyone into an interesting often impressive conversation but depth can't be feigned.
Tell me of World War II and all the key players and you've caught my attention.... demonstrate your compassion and the beauty you find in the simplest things and it might become something other than a one sided conversation. I'm tired of the mud puddle people as I call them..... the ones who's souls you can throw a rock into and still see it peaking out once it's landed.
I've ranted about them before..... the material driven, SUV driving, gold card carrying, gym people that can't see past their own ambition to consider the reality of this world. They go through life like mules wearing blinders that lead them to the "right" school, the "right" job, the "right" friends and the "right" mate..... they don't dare look left or right for fear of wandering off the "right" path.
They're mules carrying a closet full of bones.... Gotta be what the world wants them to be or they fail.....
How sad......
*~*~*~*~*~*
Skky