(Warning: Cheese may be needed. Whine ahead.)
The trouble with anything online is, it's you but it's not you.
With predominantly online relationships, this is you but not you added to them but not them. This plus time equals an exponentially inaccurate virtual folly.
The most important stuff that happens in my life, I don't write about.
What's the line between "free spirited" and "skanky"?
How come the amount you want someone is inversely proportional to the amount they want you, and even if that ratio changes, between the same two people, it still applies?
Death: horrifying snuffer of sacred life force, or just welcome relief?
What if all the things I'm pretty sure God is ok with, He isn't?
Is it possible to never hear another depressing news story again?
As I age, my emotions rule me less, resulting in more days of relative calm and happiness.
As a tradeoff, I don't get as excited about as many things.
If you want something, give up on it completely.
If your letting go is not complete, the universe will sense this.
Is it better to be loyal or fascinating?
Is it better to be deep or amusing?
Is it better to be better, or does it just not matter?
Positive thinking: essential for serenity, or just a fortification of bullshit against the pain-soaked void?
Are Dante and Randal best friends because they really are the yin to each other's yang, or just because of proximity? Oh, but wait, that could apply to any relationship. Does it happen because cosmic forces conspire, or just because of the zip code in which we choose to exist?
I think this post may be the result of juxtaposing too much Sublime and Type O Negative in succession during the past several days.
That is all (for now).
Hasta proximo vez, vaya con Dios.
"I hate everyone, and I think everything is stupid, but you've always been the counterbalance to that."
-- Randal Graves, Clerks II