There are some people who, save for a few personal quirks, begin to blend into each other after a certain amount of time; they just blur at the edges.
I want to talk to people who know lots about lots, and I want to be somebody who someone will want to meet.
Because years and years from now, we’re only going to remember the ones who didn’t fade into the pathetically nostalgic memories that “now” is bound to become.
I don’t want to be just another part of that blurry pattern, and I don’t want you to fade into it either. I want us to keep on going, on and on, and we’ll never end.
When that UPS box came, I couldn’t run up the stairs fast enough, and the case was so sexy: it was a slick black with blue lighting. But it gets better. When I first touch my first processor in a computer OMFG I think I might have came; it was such a feeling of power. And when I put in the motherboard, I was like OMFG I BROKE IT, I BROKE IT! haha and started freaking, and like making sure everything was alright. I put the heat-sink on and I finished attaching all the other cables, and when I finally finished it all up after several severe cuts on my hands hahahha. And when I got the finally connectors hooked up for the power button… Yeah, intense I know. But it get better. I’m like drooling in sweet ‘cause it’s the middle of July, and like I’m working in the space of like 3 feet on my knees. I feel the pain of pornstars now ‘cause of how much they are on their knees hahaha ;D
But yeah I plug in the power supply to the outlet and when I hit the power button… nothing turns on. And I literally start crying hahaha I could feel the tears welting in my eyes, but something reminded me that I had to flip something on it back, and when I hit it, the fucking thing lit up like the 4th of July and OMFG I was so elated. I seriously think that was the best sleep I ever had that night.” —James
Two people, brought up under the same circumstances, aren’t guaranteed the same future. One may become a great success, while the other one goes on to lead a mediocre life. If they both had the same exact childhood and etc., why would one grow up to become more well off than the other?
Your perspective on things and how you react to events determines your level of success. Because of course we can’t change the things that happen, but we get to choose how to respond to them. :)
I’m chose not to include my side of the conversation, because it’s easy enough to make assumptions from hearing just his side:
- “I give up so much for her, but she doesn’t appreciate it as much as I appreciate her.”
- “I feel like you’d appreciate me.”
- “You’re so much more agreeable than her.”
- “We get along so well; she can’t even take a joke.
- “It’s so easy for me to talk to you.”
- “We worked things out; me and her, we’re okay again now.”
- “Thanks for being happy for me, and for being there for me to vent to.”
- “Good night.”
And yet, I think there has to be a reason for this; there are reasons for everything. This will keep him occupied until he can’t possibly stand her anymore, and by that time, I’ll have more time for him. Maybe.
they don’t always exist.
- David: [...] The important thing is that you're still my Minnie Mouse, and I love you, and you had fun. You know you had fun.
- Jenny: Yes. I had fun. But I had fun with the wrong person, at all the wrong times. And I can't ever get those times back, now. It was as if I got lost, and ended up in the middle of sombody else's life. But I've got my own life back now.
- Jenny: I'm still trying to figure out how to tell what's good.
- Danny: You have taste, and if it's good, you can just tell. And that's not half the battle; it's the whole war.