Maia took the lesser taken path.
She ignored the Lemmings and hauled.
She was afraid. She was alone.
She talked to Maia.
She found a companion.
She was now alive. She was now throbbing.
She sang new songs. She skipped on the path.
She picked few pebbles and kept in her pocket.
She kept walking to the greener fields.
She thought of memories and moments.
She thought of all the missed chances.
She walked bit slower and looked at the sky.
She found the horizon nearby.
She took out the pebbles and stacked them on the dewy ground.
She wished for rain and a rainbow.
She wiped the dirt from her knees.
She sang another song and hummed.
She was now alive. She was now throbbing.
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
What’s f*****g funny is no one’s around me in my lows. Ha! Even though I wore a placard in my neck and yelled hello I am depressed. F*****g bunch of idiots looking for opportune moments but never there to lend a shoulder or an empathic ear. Actually I am the biggest f*****g loser here. Expecting someone to do something nice because I am f*****g nice to all.
Must. Drink. Wine. Sleep. Forget. Peace.
”—The alter ego in some other tangent of the universe.
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via crystalfriedman)
If I could I would undo knowing so many people. They are like useless data in my memory. Corrupting it.
I wish we could delete people and all ugly associated memories with them. I wish I could be Clementine. I wish I could go thru the procedure and wipe the feelings and emotions and the overwhelming happiness of knowing the erstwhile unknown.
I wish I could delete few dates in the calendar. I wish I could go back in time and say no to many propositions. I wish I could buy a new identity and move to a rural setting. I wish I could live somewhere with no phone or internet. I wish I could just nurse my soul.
Forgiveness is such a weird thing. You genuinely ask for it. Then you ask again. Then once again. How many times though? You feel the guilt twined across your heart restricting your normal pace of breathing. You wait and you wait and you wait for things to get back to normal. They take ages. By the time they start to get normal you give up on being guilty. Because you are so choked it doesn’t matters anymore. You are tired of appeasing. You are tired of being patronized.
Forgiving someone is also a weird thing. How long before you forgive? How many apologies do you demand? When will it cease to hurt? Never? If never, why not tell the tormentor so that both parties can go and close the chapter and move on. If it will cease to hurt sometime later, why not distance yourself for a while and then slowly get together. Again. Silence is the worst treatment though. I’d prefer being barked at than going all blank on me.
Currently I am the one seeking forgiveness. Have asked forgiveness. Given a logical explanation. Getting no response. How long before I also close this chapter of being guilty and move ahead? Is the moment coming anytime soon? What if the moment has surpassed already? Why do I bother so much? How about I think of ten thousand times in the past where you hurt me and seeked forgiveness? I forgave. We moved on. But thinking of past is such a juvenile practice. I mean you wouldn’t think of the past moments when you caused me pain. And why should you? You are at the upper edge right now. It is your moment to be the grand decision maker here. Not my moment to shine. I should merely dry my eyes out of the last tear and let the guilt choke me.
Tonight’s episode of Parks and Rec was brilliant. I cried when Leslie won.
I smiled when Andy told April she did a good thing by hiding under the table and now her man is there. How comforting it is to know your man would be there to support you no matter how silly or how outrageous your mistakes are!
I was heartbroken to hear Ben would be moving to DC. Have been nursing this teenager crush on Adam Scott. He is the guy I always dreamt of dating. Yeah, I have a thing for geeks.
Will be sad to see him leave the show. It’s like I had a breakup.
Leslie: “What if he shows up with another woman? What if one of my sleeves catches on fire and it spreads rapidly. What if instead of tic tacs I accidentally pop a couple of Ambien and I have to keep punching my leg to stay awake?”
Ann: “Those are all insane hypotheticals and I promise you they won’t happen.”
Leslie: “They have happened. All of these have happened to me. Uh, no, there’s more. One time I accidentally drank an entire bottle of vinegar. I thought it was terrible wine. Once I went out with a guy who wore 3-D glasses the entire evening. Oh, one time I rode in a sidecar on a guy’s motorcycle, and the sidecar detached and went down a flight of stairs. Another time I went to a really boring movie with a guy and while I was alseep he tried to pull out one of my teeth. I literaly woke up with his hand in my mouth. We went out a couple times after that but then he got weird.”