Renegade Mode, pt. 3

I ain't boasting on no Emo shit, but...
Oui -- no, ci. My life kind of sucks.

A few points I find myself frequently bitch-slapped in the face with:

• Not EVERYONE is as (genuinely) caring and considerate as you are.
• Not EVERYONE is as loyal as you are.
  
• Not EVERYONE is honest, respectful, truthful or DOESN'T FUCKING OMIT.
• Not EVERYONE has good intentions -- in fact, they probably have bad intentions.
• Realistically, the majourity of people you'll meet in this life won't, and certainly, don't give a fuck about you.

It's unfortunate, but sadly, it has become truth for me.

I'm something like a baby, in that I trust everyone,
but I've learned over the years that you can't really trust anyone.
Maybe your mother, if you have a good one.
No one has both parties best interests at heart,
they're only focused on theirs.

When I'm at a party, and people get sick after they drink a lot, I like to be the one to help. Not because I'm trying to steal something from them (material, physical, informational, etc), but because I know that not as many people care about making the person feel better, or as safe as I do -- really, because I'd hope someone else would do that for me!

Generally, I try not to isolate myself, but the world is only as cruel as the people in it; The best way to live is in renegade mode.

Just a thought.

Just going through my old posts and laughing at myself.

You know, I really should proof-read more.
But if you know me, you know I don't have enough patience for that.

Choose to grow.

Not everything in life can go our way.
As much as we want to, we can't control how the people around us think,
or what they choose to do.

(Um...unless, you're a sociopathological control-freak with a barn in the middle of rural Saskatchewan all set up with a Saw IV-esq theme...
but I'm going to run on the assumption that you don't.)

Even if it disappoints us.
Even if it hurts us.
Even if we know it's what's best. We just can't.

This change can be:
terrifying,
emotionally challenging,
mentally draining,
but most of all: It's pinnacle.

It's pinnacle because you suddenly have a choice.
You have a choice to grow up, or regress back into immature patterns of humanistic behaviour.

We can't direct any external entity but ourselves.
We can choose to overcome obstacles, instead of lingering on our failed attempts.
We can choose to reap the benefits of all our situations (good and bad), rather than continually focusing on the negative.
We can choose to set attainable (or unattainable) goals for ourselves and make the necessary effort in achieving them.

Ultimately, we only, truly, have power over our actions.
What we choose to make of our journey.

For me, every limitation is a challenge to be overcome, with its ultimate purpose being growth.

I'll grow through this , too.

A day in the life.

It makes us sing.








What they should have put...




-- Correction--








Evil gingerbread man on crack that jizzed in his pants. I made this one.


Rihanna.


Having a bad day.

Angelina, Angelina...

Okay, guys. I'm feeling a bit melancholy right now.

Not only have I taken a periodical hiatus...
...BUT, instead of creeping out of the hole I've been in with something tasteful and philosophical and not stupid, I present you with this junk...

IT'S ANGELINA, YA'LL!

The "bitch from Staten Island" is back and like her former co-star, DJ Pauly D, she's 'bout to get us all fist-pumping to her new song!

Honest, it's a good song.

Poor Angelina. She's so misunderstood. I mean, I'd totally take time out from work or studying to learn all the words to this song.
Fo sho.

Take a listen:

Currently

Don't let life screw you around. Don't let any woman or MAN screw you over. Or you'll end up sad and bitter, like me.

My advice: Do not - and I repeat - DO NOT eat toast.