The world isn't the place I thought it once was. They say that innocence is bliss, and I think they're right. Oh to be kid again. But I suppose we trade out innocence for pleasure. Kids don't have to deal with who's going out with who and having a heart broken and healed. I can't say for sure if I'd like to be a kid again or where I am now or where I'm ending up. Our perceptions of the opposite sex changed as we aged so I suppose it's no surprise that our perceptions of the world will.
But does our perceptions change that much, as a child we wanted the newest car, now as an (young) adult I want new things as well. I suppose that's not our perceptions. That's just ingrained into us now.
I'm not really making sense. I just wanted to write something. It's a comforting retreat. To escape the madness. To slow down and write. It's a pleasure I don't indulge myself in often. And maybe I should do it more often. This blog has been mostly all I've written in over a month. And the only time I've felt I'm calm are in two occasions, when I'm talking to my girlfriend and when I'm writing this blog.
I feel slightly rakish today. And when I say today I meant this afternoon. But that's just because I found my waistcoat on the floor after taking off my tie and sweatshirt. I put it on and popped the collar. Huzzah.
It's odd the things you think about when you simply can't focus. My mind wanders often. Sometimes to my girlfriend and sometimes into my imagination. It's to odd to explain in words so I'll leave it at that. I'm fairly sure nobody wants to know about my imagination anyway.
Bittersweet migraine in my mind. I'm resigned to another restless night. Restless night syndrome. But who cares. I'm coping.
Second in a day. Hurah for whims.
Donec occuramus Iterum Conveiniant
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