That instant moment when you know you’ve done fucked up when you said something totally wrong at the absolute wrong moment. That’s got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.
Yes, let’s. We can be crazy and loud and funny and happy just the two of us.
This can probably describe how I feel about all of these confused feelings. Displaced emotions.
Watching Robot Chicken in IB English V is very entertaining. Way too entertaining.
I’d always assumed being panicked meant that you were doing the wrong thing, and that you ought to wait until you were calm before even contemplating making a change. So I’d actually relinquished the gift of my unhappiness; I’d squandered it, disowned it, telling myself, ‘Get calm. Don’t even think about change until you’re no longer upset. After all, you can’t think clearly when you’re so stirred up!’—and so I’d cast my life in emotional cement year after year.
A symphony with friends and Augustin Hadelich. A comedy at Pocket Sandwich Theatre at midnight. A first kiss underneath a streetlight. A restaurant I could never dream of going to. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car going down the highway.
Amazed that I’m with this guy in the first place? Priceless.
When my friend Cecilia and I were headed to Opening Bell Coffeehouse to see Robert Kelly, we walked our way over the highway and caught this. A moment in time that will forever be stuck frozen, even though the people in those cars have already gone home and the day is forever finished. We’ll still have this moment blurred in our memories and all of the fun that was had. Why people constantly live in the future or in the past, I don’t have a clue, but maybe if it was possible to forever live in the moment care-free, there would be a lot less to worry about than not. Just a thought, and I don’t have a clue where that thought will find me one day, but I’m sure it won’t be for naught.