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Suns are becoming much more exciting to watch, especially with NBA Street's Mascot, Childress, back from his time in another country that the commentators mentioned. Hope they utilize the post up players well, with Amare gone. What's the point of having a very good point guard if there isn't an eminent center? I believe point guards are there to feed the ball to the center for an easy basket, but I guess it also works if everyone else in the team are shooters, then every shot taken should be an automatic point. Oh well. Favorite teams: Golden State, New Orleans, Boston, OKC, Houston. Love watching point guards.
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I'm gaining confidence in my own direction. Pretty soon, I might never be depressed, ever. So, if I ever get depressed again in the future, I must enjoy that moment, that feeling, before I never feel it again. Hopefully I'll have the urge to write even if I'm not depressed. I want to keep this blog forever...
Love this tumblr post. Even tho I'm a tumblr hater (because I don't know how to use it)
And since I think of the past fairly often, I realized how perfectly figures fit into my life. Pokemon, right when I was entering primary school. Harry Potter, started as I first began reading novels, and coincidentally, ended its last novel as I finished grade school. I'm glad to have witness and watch Michael Jordan's last shot against the Utah Jazz (when he was ending his prime). I'm glad to experience the golden days of JRPGs. Final Fantasy, Chrono Trigger, Chrono Cross, Xenosaga. Books and other miscellaneous good stuff, Goosebumps, Donkey Kong, Kirby, Geno, Gumby, Toy Story. Being between age-wise, the young and old of my relatives. Learning from other people's experiences, and getting hurt in the end by not doing what they say. Hmm...
I like who I am now. I'm quite satisfied, but I'm even more satisfied realizing that I have stuff to do to become satisfied. Oh the irony. Maybe I wish that I can say that I'm satisfied by doing things to get satisfaction, though I probably am not and I just want to rest. I guess I do want to rest, but it's so weird, that I feel like I have to gain some sort of other satisfaction to move on. Will this continue until the end of my life?
I wonder what I'd be thinking if I was depressed though lol. And I'm more satisfied with what I write when I am depressed =_=
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