This is a place where I express my random thoughts, epiphanies, strange dreams, stories, etc. This blog is to provide entertainment and maybe some good advice, but it is in no way meant to be a sad and sappy retelling of every heartache, drama, or problem I have. To tell you the truth, I am not a mushy gushy person and I don't have any drama in my life because I make an effort to keep such nonsense out of my way and my mind.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
When I am feeling down, I grow a set of wings to lift myself up, like a bird, so I can poop on my enemies heads!
Ok...a realization has come about me that I may have stretched the truth a tad when I said I would not delve into my inner thoughts. Upon reviewing my last post some months after I had written it, it seems as though I may have expressed more of myself then originally planned and I will continue to do so throughout the entirety of my blog. Lately, a negative atmosphere has descended upon me and I am reflecting this onto those closest to me (a.k.a. my father). The fact that my dad and I have never gotten along too well and I still consider him useless may impact and deepen the angry haze that clouds my mood when I am near him. The reason for our troubles arise from my childhood and his lack of being in it. When he was a part of it, his actions tainted the memories that could have been beautiful. I am sorry for dampening my reader's mood, I had no intention of speaking of this, but sometimes things must be said in order to move on and mend bridges. Don't worry, I will soon lighten the mood and place a smile upon your face, just hang on a smidgen! What I want to convey is that I honestly think that my relationship with my father has darkened because I am near him so often during this summer. I really need a break from him and his lack of maturity though I will also try harder to be nicer to him when he is around. Anywho, onto something more lighthearted! I have recently been the subject of multiple interactions with the opposite sex that may make you laugh. I was at work a few weeks ago and a man, around the age of 45, came up to me and told me how cool my hair was (which I had no objection to...though it was quite odd). At approximately noon that same day, the man walked into the back room where I was bathing a dog and asked me out. Do I look 40 years old?! I am nineteen! I am always for a more "experienced" man, but 40?! Really?! And a 40-year-old working a PetSmart?! No way in God's green Earth would I even consider you! I have been rethinking that day over and over again in my head and laughing more violently each time. Never a dull moment.
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