Keep In Touch

I once heard a quote that went along the lines of: keeping in touch with old friends is a sign of a strong character.

Interesting. I must agree.

It appears it is more common to lose touch than to keep in touch these days, which is somewhat ironic considering all the technological media we have claiming to keep us "connected".

How connected are we really? Does chatting online for twenty minutes count as remaining connected? Do skype dates keep us connected? And without the internet and all it offers communication-wise, would we make the same effort to remain pals?


Just some thoughts.

How would you like to waste time today?

And as we all know, listening to music is by absolutely no means a waste of time. Music is life. End of story. Full stop.

Now here is the music:

Tyga feat. Adele- Reminded


Which then reminded me of this:

Immortal Technique- You Never Know


Which then took me here:


And then to this:


And while I was at it I couldn't forget this:




You knowwwwwwww what it is

Thoughts...

I apologize that my posts have took a turn as of late and have become very personal. The reason being: I do not keep a diary and I do not feel like gushing to my friends about the way I feel. They'd probably never talk to me again. I use this medium to vent, and seeing as I have two followers and about three views a day, I'm quite sure no one pays attention to this anyways.

I know he's over it. I know I never cross his mind. I know it doesn't bother him. I know it and I hate it. And I feel helpless and stupid. Helpless because there's nothing I can do to insert a thought of me into his mind every so often, and stupid because I shouldn't feel this way and it's silly of me to entertain the feelings I have for him, so much so that I think about him all the time.

It's pathetic, I know. I bore myself thinking about it. It's become such a daily occurence that thinking about my feelings has become boring and tiresome.

Whatever. "HOW TO DEAL". I should look into that. I've become the lamest person I know. Fantastic.

When is Enough really Enough?

Sometimes, maybe it is the smart thing to quit while you're ahead. I am neither ahead nor behind nor moving at all, so at this point although giving up does not seem to make any logical sense, it is really the only option I have left.

Except that,
I've tried. Oh yes I have tried. I made it almost a little more than a week, I believe, without talking to him at all. But it's impossible. I gave in like he had the first time.

I know he wants her. I know she wants him. (At least that's what it looks like.) I have no idea why he wastes his time with me.





So, I've decided to FUCK IT...whatever that means.

Safeway Father’s Day Walk/Run for Prostate Cancer

Safeway Father’s Day Walk/Run for Prostate Cancer

Visuals: Cheese & Crackers?

Transcendental

Time. Ultimately transcendental. What is it about time that heals? What powers does it possess? With time memories fade, people grow, people change...

But what is it about time specifically that fixes? How does it know how to make the pain go away? Is it only a temporary mender, as it knows that one can never be completely happy, and that sequential unhappiness is inevitable however the "when" and "for how long"'s go unknown.

"When"..."how long"...There it is again: time.

Such a mysterious and captivating thing. With time one learns to let go. One stops missing. One forgets. One moves on.

How does time do it? But what's more, why don't we possess the power to control it?? To speed it up or slow it down when we need to.

It has a power all its own and is completely out of our reach. Like love.

Time and love are immeasurable as they will never be tangible. They are out of our grasp and cannot be contained or sped up or slowed down.

What is it about time and love that go hand-in-hand, that are interchangeable???

It must be something. There must be some sort of answer. I'm yet to find it, however.


Sidenote: sorry this got so deep haha