Haha that title sounded disturbingly family-like. But it kinda had a point. I haven't been blogging for the past few months... I could blame it on not having pictures to post, but that would be a crappy excuse. Okay well that is sort of the reason I haven't posted, but whatever haha. I'm going to start blogging more, I promise.
I usually have to be in a certain mood for it, or else anything I write just sounds stupid.
Well I've been wanting to randomly post the things that are going on in my head for a while, so I think I will. The stuff I'm about to write is me only being half serious, and typing stuff down before I think about it. Just saying.
If you told someone you were hearing voices in your head, and they told you to embrace it, would you? No. Bad idea. It's like using a wigi board when told not to. No, I don't beleive in those but it's just the general concept.
It's like when your four years old, and you see a candle. It's warm. It smells nice. It's pretty, and you want to touch it. A nearby adult sees you eyeing the flame and warns you not to touch it. You do it anyways. You cry. So you got to touch it. And look where the fuck it got you... Your now crying over your burnt finger that is, by the way, roughly the size of a baby carrot. It did some damage and having it held under cold water doesn't really help as much as the frantic adult is saying it's supposed to.
You have a sudden hatred for candles now. Who cares about the nice glow eminating from the flame, it's bad. It hurts you. It is definitely not your friend. In fact, you don't think it should stay there. What if someone else shares you experience? What if they too get burned and have to listen to some old person bitching at them about doing what they are told to?
No. No one should have to go through that...that sucks. So you decide it shouldn't stay there, smugly flickering as it does.
You blow it out.
It's over. You feel quite accomplished, if you do say so yourself. Take that, bitch.
Okay yeah so no one thinks like that when they are four, but whatever. You get it.
Or don't you?
So that was the majority of what was on my mind... yeah it probably didn't make sense to you but it meant something to me. Oh, and this isn't an afterthought, but I really, really, reallllly miss Jimi Smith. :(
