I feel like an average guy. I have just completed my childhood, and can no longer be called a kid, which is a strange transition really. At what point did my opinion begin to matter? This is something I will never know. I love to know as much about the world as possible, and love to just sit and think sometimes. I am in a constant state of awe each day. Life really cracks me up when it's not bending me over for another non-consentual enema of just how bad things can be. And yet, I have never really even known how bad things can be, but at least I can be honest with myself and appreciate that there are others who may admire the life I lead, so "No Complaining!" I yell to myself!
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