naked, exposed to the weather and time, words and eyes. those eyes. this is the soul at it's darker hours.
I'm pretty frustrated right now. At least, I was about twenty minutes ago. Decisions are not my forte, and I'm facing a couple right now. I was walking to my dorm room from home after a not so quaint goodbye to the parents and I just began imagining that I was the only one in the world who was so confused. I realized very quickly, of course, that this is not the case. But it would almost be better if it was. I hate advice sometimes. I am not sure why. I think it comes from a deep pride I have that is, well, deep... I don't quite understand that part of myself very well and it sometimes bothers me. It especially comes out when I'm facing something: a paper, a test, a project, a problem, a big decision, or things like that. Extreme procrastination mixed with some serious distraction issues are the symptoms. Along with the occassional sour-skittles-sour mood. The kind that makes your insides come out your mouth and burn and stab and hurt everyone around you. That bites... haha... But really.
I'm over it.
But the decisions is still there and not getting any easier. I guess these are the times life becomes super confusing. What the heck? School? Grades? Time? Food? Exercise? Why? What if there was no pressure in the world? What if... etc. The blues would be old news and our hopes would be the reality of a sore toe after a confrontation with a nice brick. Yep, that would be life. I hate blogging. I suck. My thoughts should be my own. But at the same time, there is something so attractive about putting on the internet with a picture or something. Huh?
1 comment:
Hola Che,
In consideration of your stated abhorrence for advice and my lack thereof, I just want to say: Cool picture y entiendo por mi lado el sentimiento asi. Espero que el proximo "blog" este mas feliz.
Que tengas las vacaciones muy buenas. Nos vemos.
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