I think things have changed for the better… but also for the bitter.
I’m no longer blind, but I don’t like what I see.
I find most people boring, stupid, and the masters of their own follies. I almost pity them. But pity is something I don’t like people throwing my way so I try not to hash it out. The only time pity is a boon to me is if someone who’s a hard ass throws it in my face because it details just how pathetically I’m behaving. I straighten my shit out very quickly.
I question more, trust less, and just observe everyone floating along in their uninteresting lives, content with mediocrity.
Granted, I’m not moving and shaking the world, but I’d like to think I’ve done a thing or two that would make for entertaining – albeit borderline incriminating – reads. I’m also not pretending to be hot shit when I’m cold snot.
The way I see it, if you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.
All I want is a clean room, a car, a guy who likes me, trustworthy friends, and enough money to get guac at Chipotle without having to think twice.
I really hope that’s not too much to ask for. Whatever, I’m gonna work for that shit.