She watched the kid in her study group closely. It was obvious that he was very smart, but he was also very introverted. Someone would joke and they MAY get a smile out of him. His answer to everything was, "That's chill..." in a monotonous voice. She tried a few different ways to interact with him, just because she was bored. First she asked him very literal questions, assuming this would work out best. No dice. He would just answer in a very cut and dry fashion, skipping steps to end the conversation faster. She tried being talkative. That was even worse, as expected. He looked at her like she had two heads, dreading the next word she'd spe
I guess you could say she was still soul searching
I think that's how you'd describe it
Life was good
But not good enough
It was never enough
The thrill of searching for something new
That's what kept her happy
But once new became old
She became despondent
New things
New people
New locations
New change
Eventually they all became old
She worries she'll always be unhappy
And almost in defiance
She starts searching
She'll never stop searching...
Needless nonsense
That is worry
Strives to steal my day
When will time trip
And let me catch up?
It's a stupid speculation
Sure
But mindless mayhem
Works that way
Homesickness is heartwrenching
And my mind wanders...
I think I've thought this through
I do
I'm going to work my way back to you
It's funny
I blamed you for keeping me awake
For making me overtired
But now that you're working overnights
I'm restless and can't sleep
I stay awake anyway
It was never your fault
It's crazy
I blamed you for keeping me stagnant
For making me feel held back
But now that I've had time to think
I've had a lot of time to contemplate
I've had time to self reflect
It was never your fault
It's a shame
I blamed you for doing these things
For making me feel terrible
But now I know it was never you
It was always me
And only me
It was never your fault
Whether you are pro choice or pro life
What happens after you "win" your fight?
I was thinking about this and asked my activist friends
What next?
For pro choice people
Say the government decides abortions can happen
That there are no boundaries
What next?
Will science try and see how safe they can make the abortions?
Will laws change to add rights for the fathers?
For the pro life people
Say the government decides abortions will never happen again
That there will be no more killing
What next?
Will the government pay for people who are now forced to have children against their will?
Will fundraisers be held for the construction
I wonder what it feels like
To wait until she's fast asleep
To message me your bad intentions
I wonder what it feels like
To get that rush
To get away with something
I wonder what it feels like
To log off your computer
To go back to bed with your wife
I wonder what it feels like
To log back onto your computer the next day
To the other woman telling you you're a creep
I wonder what it feels like
To lie and say it was all a miscommunication
To ruin your marriage of however many years
I wonder what it feels like
To self reflect
To realize you're a piece of shit
I wonder what it feels like
To regret
To wonder what could have
We met for lunch to catch up. We hadn't seen each other for years and told each other all the crazy stories best friends could think of. Things were changing for the two of us. One, had a hard time with school but a fufilling relationship. The other, gruaduated school and had a great career but lost her significant other of 5 years. It was almost as if we both wished we could melt together and make our lives complete.
Being complete is overrated anyway. Where's the fun in that right? We joked with each other in this way to avoid thinking about things too much. Neither one of us wanted to take things too seriously.
As her boyfriend met up wi
Faker
Liar
False hope bringer
No one wants to hear you speak
Convincing
Deceiving
And often misleading
You ruin it with the lies you leak
Crazy
Hazy
Don't even tell me
You don't understand why they call you, "freak"
The day we die
Will be the day you find
How "gifted" you really were
And on that day
I laugh as I pray
That your real emotions are finally stirred
I am not sure what to think
You say my advice is wrong
You tell me:
How I'm supposed to feel
How I'm supposed to react
How I'm supposed to process
Am I ignorant to your problems?
Or are you just not interested in solutions?
I know I'm not sorry I don't fit into your world
The world of the defeatist
Where everything is exaggerated
Nothing can be solved
And everything sucks
Yes
I'm ok if I don't feel the way you'd feel
I'm ok if I don't react the way you'd react
I'm ok if I don't process the way you'd process
Because in my world
Everything is realistic
Everything can be solved
And everything is manageable
Stop wasting time
A thank you to good drivers by turbopat, literature
Literature
A thank you to good drivers
I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for not breaking through your entire turn.
Thank you for using your turning signals.
Thank you for going the appropriate speed.
Thank you for breaking when there's a reason to.
Thank you for not cutting me off, especially when you are going slower than I am.
Thank you for knowing where you are going.
Thank you for listening to red lights.
Thank you for understanding how a four way stop sign works.
Thank you for apologizing when it's your fault you messed up.
Thank you for knowing how to merge.
Thank you for owning a car you can handle.
Thank you for being able to park in one turn.
Thank y