I react more nervously when I’m watching a friend get a piercing than my friend does.
And it took me forever to figure out that I had my friend j.j.’s brony song he made stuck in my head. It’s good, listen to it:
With my life right now. At all. I am too poor. I don’t have enough time to get the things done that need to get done. I don’t have a way to go to grad school even though I really, really earned it. And I got chewed out this morning for, admittedly, not doing my job hard enough, but I am really distracted by all of this other crud, and I can’t even be that mad at myself. At least I didn’t cry in front of my colleagues. There’s always that. But I do wish a friend would just sit down with me and let me talk to them about this stuff and really, truly listen to me. Everyone is preoccupied with their own stuff, though, and I don’t believe anyone has the time for me.
And I see a lot of people who have been thrust into situations that cause them sorrow because they let something control them. I’ve stopped letting anything matter to me, and I feel good about it because nothing makes me feel so sad like it used to… but I also don’t ever feel extreme glee about things the way I used to.
Balance is not something I have figured out yet, and I need to.
I have this idea in my head that I am a traveler, and someday I will have seen a lot of the world. However, the more I become an adult and establish my life in concrete ways, I realize that I am prying myself away from that dream. Sure, I could travel a bunch when I am older and richer and stuff, but I’ll definitely have kids then. Even if I don’t have them with me because they have gone and graduated, my body won’t be as capable of the things it is now, and it will simply be a different experience.
That being said, I need to stop assuming I’m going to have money and time to travel in the next few years. I just need to go do it. And I need to do it in a real way. Like, put my professional development on hold for a couple years, and see some shit. Seriously.
Get more LGBTQI individuals with songs about their experiences on the radio, and not just Macklemore singing about them?
Probably not, but a gal can dream.
If there’s one thing I need to be clear about, it is that James Franco is a god among men, and has my full permission to solicit sex from fans via twitter. One does not judge the gracious handing out of such an invaluable commodity! On that note, I need to go create a twitter account.
Apparently someone summoned Satan in a stall in my floor’s bathroom because it’s now been flushing nonstop for the last 8+ hours