did I ever tell you how runny noses came to be?

Never mind, it wasn’t a very good or SFW story anyway. Something about genitals and noses.

So I think I’ve fallen sick once again, but it’s the worst kind of sick; not sick enough to warrant an M.C., but sick enough to hack and cough every once in a while, sick enough to wander around the house sniffling like a terrified child during a marathon horror movie session in winter. To top it off, I tried to vault a wall and I decided against that while vaulting said wall, so I kind of smashed my knee against the top and now I can’t walk properly. I just prodded it and it doesn’t hurt so much.

For the past 2 days, I’ve been thinking about how I treated people and what I expect of them, how I’ve been constantly disappointed and unhappy and stuff because people don’t act the way I think they should. So, I’ve come to a conclusion that I shouldn’t really step in to decide what others should do for me or themselves.

Because that’s rather bossy and dumb and frankly no one really cares what you think because opening your big dumbass mouth is going to hurt someone and cause misunderstandings and shit.

Standing back and not expecting anything would be nice. It’ll be great to be pleasantly surprised by something that I didn’t expect, rather than to be disappointed by something that I tried to expect. Shao. You won’t be disappointed if you didn’t have any expectations in the first place.

I wouldn’t call it pessimism, since there isn’t any negative form of thinking involved; it’s some kind of stoner philosophy, except I’m too noisy and brash to be a stoner in the first place…

You know, sitting aside and watching things unfold without any intervention and stuff, only raising your hand when things are going south real quick. I’ve been testing this philosophy and I’ve been happy as a lark so far.

“So far” being an hour ago. But it’s been real good. So I’ll try it.

Blargh, I hate how my problems always seem so trivial compared to that of others.

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Sigh.

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I *might* be getting my guitar tomorrow! Hold on hold on I must not expect stuff. I’m not I’m not I’m not.