prelude to rain

A good way to distract yourself from distractions is to keep busy. Always have something to do. If you don’t want to do it, do something else.

The weather has been alright recently, a bit unpredictable at times. It’s either really warm or quite cold, though, so it’s a bit uncomfortable. I wish it was summer. Summer reminds me of green things. Green, yellow, and the most vibrant blue you could ever imagine, bluer than the sports drinks from the corner-store. Bluer than you could ever imagine.

I think I value freedom and communication above all else. Honesty is important, too. But there’s always a bit of lying involved to be entertained. But most everything can be solved by talking it through, like a rational adults. It’s silly to act a certain way and then pray that others will catch on. It’s ridiculous to assume that people will notice every little detail.

But freedom is the biggest. Why bother with anything else when you can’t even try? Why daydream when you’re locked up? It isn’t a form of escapism, it’s torture. Sometimes you have no choice. Sometimes you do. I think I’d like to roam around aimlessly. Maybe I’ll be able to find what I’m looking for. Of course, I won’t know what I’m aiming for until I find it. Wish me luck.

Wishing you were a better person is really stupid, now that I think about it. Coming to terms with being terrible is a good start, but often starting is enough. You can’t change human nature, right? Well, if you try hard enough, you can do almost everything. I guess reinventing yourself isn’t so hard, then. I think I’ll try.

Half-truths and thoughts from a Wednesday night.

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