Birthday

The Sugarcubes - Life's Too Good
1988; Icelandic; Alternative rock; Björk and her first band
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I know a lot of people who smoke pot. I really like my toking buddies. Really unique people, with experiences and ideas and personality. Aspiration and curiosity drips from their words. Curiosity is a word I like, because it's a word symbolizing untapped innovation and insight. I've had the misfortune recently of dealing with a relatively nice, but uninterested fellow. He's easily entertained, I guess, at the price of his own entertainment being a segment of our gatherings. His humor consists of monotonous ass flash animations. Musical variety: Christian post-grunge, or "Radio U." Interests include videogames and trivial inaccuracies. What it boils down to, is that stoned or not you're still seeing a side of the person. They're not going to magically become bearable or fun. In my experience.

My inconsistencies as a person include wearing nice jackets with shitty clothes, dressing for warmth in warmth, dressing for comfort in cold, and generally not paying attention to where or who I am. I treat my ego as a metaphorical idol that I defend passive aggressively. Passive because I don't care to acknowledge who I am and who I seem to be as being reflective. Aggressive in the sense that I am negatively analyzing you in ways you are not expecting. My body mindlessly flails as if someone is painting me in the moment. When dealing with others my thoughts are carefully juggled.

A blog in essence is a mural that tempts you to decorate it in your pride. Some people acknowledge this and refuse to have one. Others flat out ignore this concept and write objectively and impersonally. I don't know what I'm doing!

Life is too good, and it's weird how good it is. We have all the potential we need to spur off and become something at any moment, if we only had the confidence to take the jump, the patience to drudge through, and the ability to sever ties and break our environments. Our aches and shortcomings are just thoughts, colored sour. Color your thoughts with your favorite shades and hues. A blinding red rage could be offset by a smoldering violet sunset.