inside the mind of an abstract thinker
GTF
Over the past semester and a half in college I’ve compiled a list craftily titled “The Get The Fuck List”. It consists of people, inanimate objects, and ideas. For example, a set of doors in front of one of my favorite restaurants are extremely heavy and always slam while I am walking through them. Also, there is a girl that is possibly trying to assassinate me around campus with silver forks from the local buffet place and such. Lastly, romance keeps walking past me giggling and batting it’s all-thought-consuming eyelashes just to walk by and not even give me a moment of it’s time. Therefore…all these things can sincerely GET THE FUCK…with love of course…
*QUESTION FOR ALL MY FOLLOWERS*
I refuse to believe you have to be the “artsy” type to think about the bigger meaning of things, or that you have to be “soft” to attach emotions to abstract ideas. After all, we all have that one song that reminds us of that one person that no longer belongs in our lives. What do you think when you hear rain rhythmically beat your window pane? I personally feel apathetic, I haven’t had anyone or anything make a rainy day special.
I Want It But I Don’t Need It
I want to see brighter shades of magenta and take sappy pictures and give someone a kiss goodbye…and hello…and everything in between. I wanna be seen witchya. I want us to represent eachother. I want to trust, I want to joke, I want to fall madly in love with someone, but I don’t want to continue to fall till I’m just plain mad.
Remember
I genuinely feel like I’m the only person who reads or overlooks any of these posts but if not, excuse me for the long/wordy posts back to back. Then again, this might not be too long, but who knows. Anywho, the point is someone just instructed me to do something i never ever do: “Remember that shit”. I am extremely forgiving, and under my umbrella of forgiveness is also, unfortunately, forgetfulness. In a perfect world, we can all forgive and forget with no problem because after all, problems don’t reoccur in a perfect world. And that probably is a valid reason why I forgive and forget, I haven’t been through much at all. My life is damn near perfect….but as of lately, I’ve been making friends and enemies. I don’t mean the friends you greet and bid farewell. I mean the ones you do everything in between with. And I don’t mean clear cut enemies who tell you how much they lack respect or care but I mean the ones that feign it for no apparent reason. Who knew friendships were just as grueling and up and down as relationships? I thought platonic was synonymous with no problems. And I definetely didn’t expect enemies to not care enough to even let me know I didn’t mean much. As things go on and my life sails further down into the sea, much deeper in than the beach I’ve been sun tanning on, I will weather through rough weather with the keen ability of recollection. I’ll forgive if it’s deserved but my memory will keep tabs on….that shit.
