i have the chronic problem of wishing away my life. i say that i have to have the next big event to look forward to, and when that doesn't happen soon enough, i wish away the months, weeks, days, and hours. and yet i dread the day when my time will run out.
right now i'm wishing away the minutes.
i can't stand desk jobs, because i don't like being chained to a computer and roller chair existence. but i can't stand jobs where i don't get a chance to sit down and rest my structurally retarded feet. if you ask me to come up with something creative for work, i will say that i can't, because i can't think on the spot, and my creativity needs some parameters. but then again, i abhor situations that don't make use of my wildly fanciful thought patterns.
right now my creativity is being called into action, but not in the way i want it to be.
i long for a brighter outlook, but get annoyed at people who are always happy. i wish that i wasn't so pessimistic, but i kind of really like being melancholy. i hate emotional roller coasters, but sometimes i just want to get really excited about something.
i have perfected the art of dead eyes, but right now i wish i weren't so good at it.
to say that i am inconsistent, indecisive, and a walking contradiction could possible be the understatement of the second. because in the next second it could change. and it wouldn't surprise me.
Writing the inside down is something you do well. I appreciate listening to your "insideoutsights." That is the best way I can describe it. I appreciate these things about you.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Anthony. You are awesome. Know it.
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