Oh my…
I’m sitting here thinking on life, pondering those in which I’ve lost and that I’ve yet to meet. Such things in which my mind slowly rolls over. Contemplating such. I’ve changed over the years. I don’t know, but we all change. I think of sophmore year. I think of my friends. I sit here wish for a thousand things. I’m sitting here typing listening to the music playing drum its tune. A sad song I would say, but none the less I find comfort. We all find comfort in relating things. If we are sad we play sad music because its comforting, the feeling of a relation between you and your surroundings. Heh I’m typing this out and posting it, really its more of vent. I guess this feels to me like some sad cry for help, but it makes me feel better, I suppose its what people blog about to ease the feelings of dismay and sorrow. I have nothing to complain about, many have it worse, but every one has this feeling. I’m nott thinking this out I’m putting what ever comes from my head first, I read the book Tuesdays with Morrie, a while back by request from my closest friend, I have, and Morrie said that going head first into emotions and letting it bleed as much as possible and letting it out, makes you beable to realize, This is sadness. I am sad. I can stop now. The human is the only being we know of that uses its tear ducts in the event of emotional distress. It has nothing to do with how much smarter we are but what we are given with and the course that evolution has taken us, the way we were created and which path God pushed us in. The chain of events leading up unto this present day. We have started our journey of life when we were born and must continue walking the trail. I sound stupid and like a nerd and seem that I think I know everything but I don’t. No man does or should. But this is my interperitation on life at the current point in time. It’s a blogging site. I can see why people ven make blogs. Especially when they are sad. It makes you feel like someone is there and reading it. Its a vent. And it might as well be used. I realized that i have no friends out side of school. I find that… I don’t know. My best friend has his friend Tom from kindergarten. And many of my friends have others out of school. My friend that I knew since Kinder, is CJ. He goes to my school. Its odd that I moved in 2nd grand and he happend to move in my same area and I met him again in th grade. We aren’t close, but still hes my friend. I’m a very average and bland person. I’m a child at heart. I don’t have many skills. Chris plays countless instruments, a great artist in my opinion, a deep set mind, height, computer knowledge, brains, grades, and countless properties of a great person . Rokie plays guitar, wrestles, smart, funny, and just plain awesome. There are countless things I can say and name about my friends and their skills. I’m not much. I’m a poor artist. I’m not a good writer. I have poor handwritting. I play video games. Lots. And I’m not even that goodd. But in hind sight i really dont want to be good at video games. If you know what I mean. MLG nerds. and such. I’m short. I’m a hypocrite. I’m a jerk. I’mnot good at sports. I’m a wimp. I’m not a good shooter. I wish i could a strategist. I can’t think of anything I’m GOOD at. I’m not special. People say OF YOUR GOOD AT DRAWING. I’m lazy. I’m not a good artist. Man. I guess we can’t always name things we’re good at. I can’t exactly think oh things i can take pride in. Life sucks. We all know that. And my friends. I can’t be proud of my friends either. They great but I’m not a good friend. I can’t say I have good friendships because I dont see myself as a good friend. Well we think of these things and we realize how average any one.
Really. Life sucks. Deal with it. Because its all we really can do. We don’t always what we want. Be he a Saint or a sinner. We are all still human
