Due to recent events, I’ve been very… contemplative. I’ve had a retarded amount of free time, and I’ve been spending them pretty wisely. It’s always good to have some time with yourself, to think, to discover new things that you have otherwise brushed off when you still saw yourself as a “group” person. For me, it was a bevy of things: From the mundane such as finding out I can actually finish an entire lapad of Tanduay by myself and thoroughly enjoy it, to the re-revalations such as finding out how much I love, and miss discovering new music from original artists (covers are great too, of course). But perhaps the most important thing I’ve uncovered during this “turbulent” time is the fact that shit don’t turn out the way you want it to because you weren’t prepared for that shit to happen.
I wish I had learned to love to read. This was one of my most hated truths about myself. Actually, I think it’s my only hated truth. Well, at the very least, until I uncover some new ones… but i digress. I think that loving to read would’ve been fucking awesome. Like Thrift Store awesome.
Fear, I firmly believe is what keeps us grounded. Without it, we’d be headless chickens trying to put our chicken cocks in some chicken pussies (forgive my crassness, i seldom have no class, but I digress. I believe in fear, simply because I am experiencing it right now.