So it has been a while since I've blogged and I return...
Not with fame, glory, or "money". That is what is expected right?
No. Only if you're Michael Phelps or fucking Napoleon Bonaparte.
I return with unwashed hair, headbands and an adversity.
This week, misfortune showed up in my life like a terrible sickness. Wait, no, not sickness because to say "sickness", I would be literal about so said, "sickness". I do not want to be literal, I'm never literal, so why start now? This said sickness is a constant visitor...ask.
But no, the downs of life crept up like a terrible neighbor spying over fences... Eh, funny right? I don't have a fence, so that would make me a liar because I do not know what it is like to have an awful neighbor of that sort.
I'd like to share a story of what has happened with this week but I'd like to shorten it.
--Boy meet girl. Girl likes boy, instant attraction. Boy asks girl out on a date. Days went by with little or no significant conversation. Weekend, nothing. Little or no significant conversation.Boy meets other girl. Boy and Girl hit it off. Former girl waiting and waiting, DONE.
Life has its ups and down, and well, all of it is relative to the next person. and this could not possibly the worst thing in the world. I understand, it's just that I disregard the feeling of despair or any feelings, frankly, when it comes to "social" problems.
But, this one may have just hit the spot. Like bad whiskey.
Ben Gibbard has been there in the form of,
"Your heart is an Empty Room" and Lights with "Ice".
