Loosaface
Have you ever met someone who bitched about the world, all the things wrong with it, all it's imperfections, yet seems they never stopped to think maybe, just maybe the world wasn't the problem, maybe it's them. These people are usually the ones who think their psudo-intellect intimidate people, and everyone wants to read their poetry. I don't consider myself a dumb person, at least my standardized test scores reflect this. I can use my fair share of big words myself. So why don't I? Why don't I bother clicking the spell check button? Why must I leave my mechanical errors untouched? Because in the end, the placement of a comma doesn't make you happy. A sentance ended with a proposition doesn't make you less of a person. Something I've always paid close attention to is how a person treats those around them, for better or otherwise. The choices you have are yours alone, it being where to go eat or those you choose to share your life with. If I've learned anything in my life, it's that each moment is precious. It's something you'll never truely have back, though situations may seem similar.
I always kind of laughed at the people who said they didn't know who they were. You always know who you are. You're just probably in denial. Obviously, you know what you like to do, what your intrests are. Those who don't know themselves are just to apathic to be happy. They're only happy when it rains. How emo. I'd totally lend them a razorblade. Scratch that, I'd let them have it. I'm generous like that.
Life isn't an obligation, it's a privilage. All the things I have to bitch about, be it my choices or something that's happened to me indirectly, are my choices. Let's say I fail a test. I could complain about the material being covered, my teacher, or any other reason to pass the blame. Why did I fail the test? I chose to. I made the decision to not prepare myself properly. Just accept it and move on. The next test is on it's way.
It's life, have a pillow fight.
Don't be a loosaface.
I always kind of laughed at the people who said they didn't know who they were. You always know who you are. You're just probably in denial. Obviously, you know what you like to do, what your intrests are. Those who don't know themselves are just to apathic to be happy. They're only happy when it rains. How emo. I'd totally lend them a razorblade. Scratch that, I'd let them have it. I'm generous like that.
Life isn't an obligation, it's a privilage. All the things I have to bitch about, be it my choices or something that's happened to me indirectly, are my choices. Let's say I fail a test. I could complain about the material being covered, my teacher, or any other reason to pass the blame. Why did I fail the test? I chose to. I made the decision to not prepare myself properly. Just accept it and move on. The next test is on it's way.
It's life, have a pillow fight.
Don't be a loosaface.