Life Lesson #111: Life is really complicated, because it’s Supposed to stay simple. You think too much and you’ll get it wrong. I’m starting to think that evolution was more of a glitch in the system, just like when Windows Vista was first released a shitload of stuff didn’t work while XP was just right. Maybe Evolution got stuck at the beta version, cuz you know, when they wanna shoot a commercial for perfection, they get a puma or something. There’s a minimal amount of thinking that’s allowed before things go bombastically wrong, it’s called instinct.
Life Lesson #112: Sometimes you can’t sleep because you don’t wanna hear what you’ve been shutting out all day, but you gotta snuggle up and brace yourself because your head is worse than your grandma, and you can’t quite tune the former out with the intervention of a headphone. However, sometimes it’s because you don’t want another day to start just yet. An Ellipsis is much easier to handle than a period tho.
Life Lesson #113: If you let someone in, be it your dad or your best friend or your favourite book character that you’ve materialized into existence by wearing out the pages to the book he lives in, I can guarantee you with all the might of statistics, past experiences and crappy sitcom scripts that something’s bound to go wrong. You just wait. They’ll leave, they’ll have a bad day and throw it all away, you’ll spill coffee on his “existence” or they would eventually forget why the hell they started caring in the first place…because it’s not how it’s supposed to be. Humane is the most overrated adjective after awesome, and the most theoretically misleading after…jelled.
Life Lesson #114: God I wish I was kidding.
Life Lesson #115: “Well, you definitely need something. Um, maybe a backbone. Or perhaps some testicles. At the very least, a pillow that you can carry around the hospital and cry your sad eyes out.” – Dr Cox, Scrubs.
Life Lesson #116: Nutella tastes better on brown toast. Yes, it’s a diet paradox and a flat-out fart in the face of every variation of Atkins’ you’ll go over when you’re not getting any shut-eye at 6 am.
Life Lesson #117: I. Will. Not. Get. New. Sweats. These are my lucky sweats. Get your soapy hands off of my lucky hoodie. Gawd.
Life Lesson #118: I'm sorry puppet but I will not be your new best friend overnight. In fact, I’m not interested in it any other night either. And you’re not even reading this. That’s why I’m telling you first thing you show any other signs of mushy mushy around me. Do I look like a fucking people person to you?
Life Lesson #119: You know, compromises aren’t that bad. Truces are a form of compromise between what the flame thrower feels like blowing and what he knows the rest of his ammunition can handle. Pain is a compromise, a medium between life for what it is and death as is. Social interaction is sometimes a compromise when you have absolutely nothing in common with the person you’re talking to except maybe the fact that you both walk on twos. But at the end of the day; so is a milkshake, which is the most beautiful compromise between milk and ice cream.
2 comments:
@ 113: Stop it. Really.
It's the truth.
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