Missing something that isn’t really what I’m imagining it to be right now.
I love that I’m able to enjoy spending time by myself, doing nothing. I see a lot of people who need to be constantly surrounded to feel good—I pride that I don’t.
Highschool girl on facebook: “I hate crying”
Oh really? I LOVE IT!~~~!!!!~!@!!!
even my midterm that is coming up in t-30 minutes will not ruin it.
I’ve come to a point where I realized and accepted that you can’t wait around for other people to join you on your quests. No one has the same priorities as you, so if you want to do something, you just have to go do it. Go drive in the dark when they want to sleep. Go explore a forest and find new trails and seek adventure while they’re staying in. It’s going to feel good.
Broken clocks and watches are interesting. People always become confused, looking at the time in disbelief before they realize the second hand is still.
I think there’s something to be said about feeling vulnerable. It’s a scary, anxiety-inducing, undesirable state of being. However, as I am in this position once again, I realize it’s something that needs to be felt sometimes. Being comfortable doesn’t get anyone anywhere. To let go of comfort in search of something new and different, is to embrace vulnerability.
I feel like I did when I was little and my parents had friends over and I was awkward and shy so I stayed in my room the whole time even if I was hungry or had to go to the bathroom. Except now I’m an adult and am in my own apartment avoiding my roommates sorority girl friends. Kewl