As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

Whoa.

"Normal" People.

I hate them.

What I mean to say is that a few friends of mine have recently told me that I am not interested in the face value of human connections. I'm not really that interested in small talk, I'm interested in real human connections....your essences, your quintessentiality (that's not necessarily a word), your motivations, your questions about existence, your ponderings about life, your psychological predispositions, your subconscious workings, your soul.

Sorry if that over-complicates things.....sorry to burst your bubble, but, things were never under-complicated.


I guess sometime around the age of 16 I decided that self-actualization was a goal worth striving for. That, I didn't want to just exist as a living, breathing, moving machine, just here, floating in space. I want to "be"... I want to confuse myself into a closer connection with the universe and infuse the energy of existence within my thoughts.

If you choose to ignore your natural humanity, your thinking, the thing that separates you from the everyday animal, then what are you?

Sorry, my friend, but you aren't much....and that's just boring.
It's also an ill use of your time here.
Don't just exist,

BE.

Is ignorance really bliss?
I enjoy a dose of philosophy in my humans :)

Ohhhhh. ......Oh.

I get it.

These things have an impervious sequence, not to be agitated by unorthodox ideas and actions.

Goodbye Avant-Garde, my sweetheart.

The problem is...

"Bullshit starts when you feel the thing that he doesn't feel and worse is, you make the situation complicated. Not all actions are signs that he likes you. There are things in this world that are supposed to be understood as they are, nothing more, nothing less."

Compliments of Lindsay.