One would think that even after wards you could just do as you want, not truuueeee.
There's steps, rules, ways, observations to be made on how 'you' do things.
I've read..somewhere..some place..something along the lines that you define your true character and place in life by your actions, or some hooboo like that. If true then my true character is so squishy on the inside with such a tough exterior like shell that can only be pierced by the pity of life.
heh, True that.
Maybe I should just turn that around. Squishy all the way around.
I was asked today if living alone was lonely. mmmm..not really, I replied. I actually like it. Although some nights are lonely more so than others. I've managed. I lived on my 'own' in a technical sense for a year or so at my dads place while he was out of town. Then moved here years later. Silence is golden some nights after dealing with all kinds of crap during the day at work, to come in, sit down and just relax is such a great thing. But, then as the night sets in you just feeling like that weight of your personal life comes creeping through the cracks and crevices then you try to deal with that the best way you're able to - then BAM - morning, you drop your personal life at the door as you close behind you.
Turn on the face and head on
Rine
and
repeat.
that's all I can throw out.
The times of random and reasons that need no explanation.
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Christ, I just seen it's been 30 days exactly since I last blogged.
ReplyDelete...and I use to spill all kinds of shit on myspace. But, it was mostly personal life and I'm trying to break free of that habit because I know the ...1-2 that read this don't want to read about my personal whiney bitchy life.