(No.I didn’t want it to begin like this.shit.)..That’s my mind.She has been having personal conflicts lately,inside my own head,just within the perimeter..big balls huh!..But she’s wired like that ..I’ve been destroying the first paragraphs of this post since last week wednesday.Just like this…
Am not sure how we made it to the next one but oh well,so far so good…good things happen to good people,not that am good enough..But don’t you just feel like this ? Sometimes?..some say it’s a curse.Others proclaim that it doesn’t exist at all..But just about everyone has been there-sitting in front of a bare screen,fingers itching to create a masterpiece,to make a fine baby…and nothing happens..
Well,”these things happen”.I don’t know where most people draw that logo from but mine comes from G-Eazy,”You know that I mean it…these things happen”.But not in that way as you should be quite aware by now.
Someone said blog post ideas can just be as ephemeral as dandelion seeds.One gust of wind and they’re floating away on the breeze.But how do you sow these seeds of post inspiration.How do you capture these ideas before they fly away.
Am 21 ,born July.Meaning today am 22 years old.I feel like this is a weird age because a small squad of us are either in serious relationships or pioneering marriage if not squirting beautiful babies. Another fine clique is getting drunk at 3 am on Monday,another sacco of beauties treading on sponsors,the other set is either clueless asfuck or chained to a boring rhythm they’ve heard for the last 100 years.These must be the chosen few,even if the numbers surpass a million.All For whatever reason.Peer pressure,stress,PTSD ,social media,money,Legitimate matters of the good old heart,nocturnal behaviours,…I could make it longer still.
This age is weird because our dreaming friends are waking up to their dreams.But it’s also weird some of our friends from nextdoor have lost their dreams also.Some feeling like they shouldn’t or couldn’t or wouldn’t have lost it,or blame it on something,you know.Some have become comfortably numb.For this disease is almost as easy to succumb to..
But haven’t we all felt like that?Sometimes?
Growing up young,you have totally nothing to do than wonder.Everything is meta,So abstracted from reality that without beautiful context it could just be proved meaningless.That’s why i do not remember most of my childhood kit,or maybe it was just boring asfuck….I cannot remember!
But now this age is weird because you tend to remember everything said and done.You can even store some of it for later reference in what we now call enlarged memory aka developed brains.Some of which may be in form of beef or just good memories that we can use to smile later.Some we want to forget but just cannot.I think this age is weird because ,well…
Last semester I almost lost it..drunk it, smoked it away,tripped all the way…maybe i was a few months younger than i am today.Maybe we were just having fun,guilty pleasures of our youth wrapped in a small room.But now it’s differen’t…a blunt a day keeps the president alive, and maybe a beer or two on good and bad days..that’s how weird..
Some of us know what to say to most of us.some of us do not understand most of us at all…That’s what happens these days….