oh hai.

Oh, hey guys.

Remember me?

I'm alive.

Aaaaand, I pretty much suck.

At blogging.

Really, though.

Considering, like, a year ago I was all super committed to this thing, and I fully planned on writing everyday about all of my interesting life-happenings.



What the hell happened to me?

When I first fired this thing up, inside my brain I was like this:

But inside, I was like:

("we" meaning "me"...see, this is how i talk to myself when i try to get motivated.)

Then, quite honestly, after my first couple posts I was like:

......

But no. Enough of that hogwash.

Guys, really.

I'm here.

And believe me, a lot has happened between November and now that warrants a post. I honestly don't even know where to begin. I have 6 months of bullshit, work drama, life drama, and weird stories to give you guys.

But I'm not sure...

I'm either going to relay my past 6 "dark" months to you, or just start off where I am now. I could just pick up where I am in life and carry on and you'd miss out on what happened to me.

Hell.

You decide.

I love you either way.

For now, peace out, lovers.

being rude is for losers.

I was grocery shopping the other day and I came to a realization that I've had multiple times before in my lifetime--but this particular time it seemed to hit me quite strong:

*sigh*

Tell me, what is it about human nature that makes one individual feel, at any particular time, that they are more important than another individual...when the truth of the matter is, that we all are the same pathetic, wanna-be, lustful, dirty-little-secret, do-the-best-with-what-we-have human beings?

If we all could see, in even the littlest way that we are alike...then I think that maybe we would stop, think for a second, and be like:

"Man, I really should stop being such a dickhead"

Literally.

Maybe then the negativity level that I'm constantly surrounded by would decrease.

One can hope right?

I'm thinking it's because we all try to be someone we're not. Then that ends up making us feel terrible about ourselves, and we take that out on everyone around us. Maybe we're jealous of others and we're fat people in jeans that are too tight, or poor people that spent their money unwisely, or ugly people wearing too much makeup. Or, maybe we came out of the womb a naturally mean person.It's possible...I've been around those type of people. But it's not the adults that are the scariest (even though they could seriously use some pills)--it's the children you need to fear.

I realize that I might be hoping for too much when I wish respect from people, because let's face it....people are going to be rude. No one is perfect. But what I don't understand is why. Maybe it's not something that I'm meant to understand and it's meant to be something in life---another thing in life---that always annoys the shit out of me.

As a matter of fact, I think that's just it.

Geesh, I have such a love hate relationship with my mind.

It's true.



I think way too much.

I'll never understand why people are so fucking rude.

Some people are kind-hearted, some people aren't. I guess that's a good thing because a lot of things in history wouldn't have happened the way they did if people weren't dicks.

I should stop thinking about it, really.

I'm not even making sense to myself anymore.

But is it....?

I'm out.