Warning: the next few paragraphs will have nothing to do with each other. They are just various ways in which my brain thinking right now.
The past few days, I’ve found myself complaining a lot. It’s not like I haven’t had reasons to complain, trust me I truly have. If you knew my reasons you might even give me a license to complain. Still there is something that follows a long list of complaints, this thought that says ‘Is this negativity helping anything?’ That could just be some major influences in my life talking though, honestly when I really think about it I know I can’t move on unless I vent. In the end I won’t apologize for it, because I won’t just complain about things to nobody only those who I trust most, those who to some degree I lean on.
I found myself standing on my dock this early evening, as the storm clouds began rolling in and the winds began to blow. I love rain. I don’t think I’ve ever told someone the biggest reason why I love rain it’s one of those truths I wouldn’t trust with just anyone.
Hello Again ties for first place on my favorite Neil Diamond songs, along with I am..I said. This one may seem random but it was just playing.
I often like to tell people the negative things about myself, so they have an idea of what they are walking into. Basically if I don’t tell you about one of my negative qualities it’s either A: something I’m still unaware of. B: I don’t actually trust you that much. or C: It’s really bad.
Today I realized I have a crazy amount of music knowledge in my head, and I feel like I have no idea what to do with that talent. Thoughts?
Bad quality: I have a tendency to over-talk when I’m speaking to someone I really enjoy. Basically it’s me trying to keep them entertained so they don’t walk away, but then I wonder afterward if I should have let them talk more.
I find it infinitely hilarious when I’ve known someone for years and I figure out they don’t know how to spell my name correctly.
I’ve decided life must be real tough for the Q, the X and the Z. I think if they were humans they would be 16 year girls with hair in their face and they would flop their head around to get the hair out of their face and dramatically say “I’m so misunderstood.” to which the A’s and the E’s would just say “That’s just like me!!” and the Q,X AND Z would just roll their eyes.
This is my brain at 11:37 at night.