Goals

I think I'm really not introverted now... I can trace the signs from my past.

I've always enjoyed visitors.  I remember bits of pieces of when they'd come to my house and I was really young... my brother would want to stay in his room, and I followed whatever he did.  So, I didn't get out to meet anyone.

When my cousins left, I'd cry.  I've always liked company.

So yeah, I don't think I'm an introverted person that I thought I was.  I always enjoy reading in class and speeches... I guess it was my own ideas and thoughts that I'm just afraid of.  Judgment, that's all.   So I'm just shy and I need exposure.

I really can't see me in a relationship, or ever believing if someone ever truly loves or likes me because I've never been who I always wanted to be... I've always wanted to be comfortable everywhere I go, and I'm not.  I need that exposure and independence because that's what I want and what I believe I should be doing, and I should be at that level before anyone can love or like me.

I think the most important step to become the person I want to be, is courage, and I have to have the courage to take the little steps.  I need: exposure, and I need to just speak and ask questions.  I find me being with another friend helps me a lot to be social.  Having friends is about giving and taking... it's not all about give and give, so I must  start taking advantage of friends.  I actually do have friends with a wide social network, so I'm not too concern about being so alone... or I shouldn't be at least.

Dancing should help.  I should also initiate calls to my two other best friends.  I already know which people I dislike, so I know how to stay away from it.

I should also stop thinking about what I have to say, because usually after that thought of thinking about what to say I think of the next scenario and possible conversations after what I say which usually do not even happen.  I should just think of what I want to say one at a time.

Anyways, as much anticonsumerist that I want to be, there is a little bit of bad and good in us, therefore I am a hypocrite because ... well, I don't know many words, and I don't know a word that is equivalent to "a little bit of hypocrite", so what I want are new headphones.  Earphones kill my ear.  I want headphones.

Maybe...

Maybe things are better off knowing.

That's why she's not telling me anything... she's being really motherly by protecting me from the truth of how much she probably hates me or something... so motherly... motherly... like a good future wife... GAH SHE HAS TO BE MY FUTURE WIFE.

Whatever the case, it's not over until one of us dies.

Anyways, it sucks because she was all I had, that I felt was a really secure friendship... now I have to make the effort to talk to people and... shit!  The energy to sustain friendships... ughh so exhausting.

Marry Marry Marry

"By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher." ~Socrates

This quote has been in my head for a long time.  It's so funny because I think it's really true!  Because it combines evolutionary Biology with what's not evolutionary Biology, because we're sorta made to procreate and if we can't we think about the meaning of life because we can't really procreate in a bad relationship... and I've never been in a relationship and I'm always rejected and whatever, so...

maybe that's why I always think like this, thinking about meanings of life and shiz. So funnay.

See ya... on Facebook

doesn't it suck how we don't get to have proper goodbyes anymore?

it's always "see ya on facebook"

and knowing how easy it is to just talk online, and how easily accessible communicating is, its like never leaving or you'd feel guilty that you're not communicating, right?

so when you actually see someone, use the senses you don't use, which would be always to HUG and SNIFF.  when you see your online friend HUG AND SNIFF THAT BITCH.

"stepping out of your comfort zone will lead you to greater things"

stoopid pride

pride is so fucking stupid.

pushing my shopping cart aggressively today, passing ppl and stuff, and i was like yeah fuck ya'll i have shopping cart pride and can push it better than all of you motherfuckerssss

STUPID FUCKING THOUGHTS

Should I plan this impulse explosion?  But then again... impulses are never planned... what the fuck do I call it.

I want to know... but maybe I shouldn't.  Maybe the truth is detrimental to my health... like she hates everything about what I say and think.  That would hurt....

Maybe I'm not holding her back... maybe she's holding ME back.

yeah I like the arts...

FUCK THE TRUTH
FUCK THE TRUTH
DASRITE, FUCK THE TRUTH

JUST FUCK IT
FUCKING TRUTH.
FUCK IT, FUCK IT. FUCK IT.