On Jealousy and Greed...

What drives a typical man? Let's be even more specific. What drives the average teen? Jealousy and greed? Heck yeah. The teen wants to have that one thing that will give them a leg up on everyone else. See that guy driving the 65 Mustang? What guy doesn't start looking at 64 Mustangs and drooling...dreaming of going that one year farther back.

That guy over there who seems to have endless money? Yeah, see him over there in his little crowd of followers? He's keeping them all a little bit away so they don't mess up his perfectly messed up hair and carefully crumpled shirt. He's got the properly rugged stubble and the nice green eyes. Maybe its that girl with the nice legs and her little entourage following her around ogling, or the girl who has the fear and respect of every guy around. Doesn't it make you want to be able to go one step farther?

They have all the girls, all the guys, they've got the nice car, the shoes. You see them drive past and your heart takes a long jealous beat. If only you had his car; if only you had her legs; if only you had the rich parents. Is it really worth it?

You can spend your whole life trying to be that person. You can change your eye color, get major loans and get a nice car. Suddenly you realize that your nice legs you fought so hard to get have little folds of fat. Those shirts don't get you girls, they get you laughed at by teens.

In some ways, I admire hermits and travelers. People who don't give a care.

You just have to be careful about what does matter.

On a Flaw in Reasoning...

Nothing like watching little sections of your friends' lives crumble away bit by bit.

Care for a spot o' tea? It helps the viewing experience.

My Turn...

Do I annoy you? Bother you? Creep you out?
I want the truth and nothing less. Please.

Life and Love and Why

So we'll just round up and say I'm 20. I've lived...1/4 of my life, give or take. What is left so far of me? Well I've made impressions on quite a few people's minds. How well will that last? Lets try...until they die. Then all my impressions are gone.

My car? Well it'll rust away probably by the time I die, and its not really even me. My other car? It'll be junked eventually. No mark on the world there.

I don't have enough money to make a donation or anything, and it'll be forgotten after a while too.

Everything does turn to dust, if you think about it.

My purpose for writing this blog has changed soo much over the years I've had it. At first I meant to use it as a little surprise any stalkers might find, then it morphed into more of a personal journal. That was through a rather hard time in my life. Now? I look back and laugh at how crazy I was! :-D I find it both discomforting and comforting that when I look back in two years or so, I'll continue to think that I was crazy.

With that, I segway into my main point, which I have forgotten. Oh bother.

Of Idiosyncrasy and Non-specivity. Also, trains.

You know what bugs me just a little bit? When people blog about (you think) your friends/you, but they are so focused on not mentioning any names that they end up confusing the heck out of you. Then you spend the rest of the night with a painful pit in your stomach hoping that you/none of your friends have done something to slight this person or make them think something isn't what it is, or maybe that they're right and you/one of your friends has...idk. *shrug* That's just the thing! Plus, this hypothetical blog post has my mind sorta confused in the first place. I guess I should hypothetically ask the hypothetical writer who is exactly asking who, and what is being asked...

J~S