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I believe you have to have some sort of balls to be able to grouse and tout your heart out, because so many people are out to get you once you’ve reached that point of annoyance. I don’t have balls for that sort of thing. I wish I did.
Then I’d have more to talk about, with more opinionated thoughts instead of just sharing what I believe about the topic of the topic.
I could talk about the personality of my mum. The absence of my brother. The delightful obsession owned by my sister. Oh, man, I could talk about my Dad.
I could throw in how I feel about rugby, how I feel about how others look at rugby, the way I’m empowered as well as put down by the hobby, my fear of losing important brain cells everytime I make a tackle, my aggravation at not bruising as easily as others, my eagerness to be able to tell my grandchildren, “I played Rugby. Wassup?”
I want to share my morals, my overly-pleasant way of thinking, how much I love my family, my dream of being a firefighter (but I’m pressured too much to make more money), my hatred of Facebook and Tumblr and every other social networking site, my problem of being able to like modern music…
But, I’ll just leave everything at that. If you really wanted to hear it, you’d be asking Bret right now.
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See that? That’s sun.
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I have been feeling pretty good the last couple of days. I think it has something to do with sharing a bit of my feelings.
That’s sounds dumb. Girls, always having to share their emotions, making every little thing seem like a big deal. But, you know what? I think I am coming to a point where I agree with that lifestyle.
Why should we have to keep any excitement or nerves bottled up? Why should anyone? We shouldn’t.
It’s a good release, talking something over with another mind. I don’t mean to dump my problems on anyone; that’s not how I roll. If I have some trouble that may make my listener uncomfortable, I’m totally fine with TUMBLing down a hill myself and climbing back up again. But finally telling my bestestestest friend, Sarah, about a guy I like made me feel better. I don’t have to hide it. I don’t know why I ever thought I had to.
But I’ll end this rant here. I think the more I try to explain my thoughts, the worse they sound. My intentions seem counterproductive. But that’s okay. At least I shared with you guys.
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My Chemical Romance- Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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I’m not disappointed in any way right now. Tomorrow shall be fun for all. We claim it. I’m enjoying my busy schedule, and my worries are gone for no spectacular reason at all. I am content. No, I am a little more than satisfied; it helps my mood that I’m not bothered by my hectic organizing of stuff, even though the only thing I’ve done differently today is make dinner. Maybe I should cook more? It tends to calm the nerves. I think the only thing that can IRK me right now is knowing that my rooftop does not look like this.
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Maybe because of what that person did to them, or maybe because of what everyone heard about that person.
I honestly did conform to this. But now I’m trying to think of how this hatee feels.
I feel sorry for this person.
I’m sorry everyone hates you. I don’t, though.
