My parents always told me, "Don't get tied down right now, you have to experience life at its fullest, you're too young to be 'hooked'."
But sometimes, its hard. Especially when you think you've found "the one." You know, that one special person that cooks you breakfast after serving you some mornin' loving, then goes in the shower with you for some more loving, then makes you feel like a million bucks before you go to school, or work, or whatever the eff you gotta do.
Another thing my parents told me: "There's no such thing as perfect."
Every person has their flaws, defects, nuisances... Just something about them you don't like. But what if the flaws overpower the benefits.?
There's always that one person who just makes you feel so right... but at the flip of a dime, can make you feel like you just want to run away from them as far (and as soon) as possible. You love them one moment, want to tear them the fuck apart the next.
And now comes the more 'serious' question... Would you stay with that person you love, even though you can't stand the things they do sometimes? Or would you leave and spare yourself the oncoming frequent headaches which would lead to a painkiller and alcohol addiction, which would then lead to various alternatives to getting away, such as cheating and prostitution.? (All hypothetical, of course.)
I feel as if I'm at a fork in the road sometimes.
It's not that I don't have the capacity to love, I just don't have a tolerance for jealousy and not being trusted. That's not say I've had my fair share of unfaithful times in the past, but every relationship is supposed to be a new beginning, is it not.? Sometimes, I can't understand women. That's not to say men can't be difficult either, but I think women pride themselves on seeing who has their man on a shorter leash.
I have a certain way of thinking: don't take me serious unless I tell you otherwise. My friends have all gotten groovy to this idea, but its the partners-in-love that still can't seem to fucking get it. I mean...
Why must you take everything so goddamn literally.? What impression have I given you that I am that type of person.?
Ill admit that there are moments that may need a stroke of seriousness due to the situation... but if you knew me, you'd know it wouldn't be every second of every living moment. I love to joke around, twist words around, juss be a funny asshole. It's who I am, &ndd its who I'll continue to be.
But my girlfriend(we'll call her that for the purpose of this)... She cant seem to get a fucking clue. Everything has to have a reason, everything out of my mouth has to have a meaning behind it.
Umm... Haven't you ever heard of serendipity.? Spontaneity.? Juss being plain fucking random.?
Now, I know it seems like another pointless rant... But isn't that what Xanga is for.? lol.
Point being, (yes, there's a point)... Understand your partner better. Their mannerisms, their forms of speech, every liddo quirk, studder, &ndd shudder.
I may be an ignorant person at times, but at least I know that not every situation needs a serious face. &ndd so should you.
I'm one of the biggest grease-monkeys you will ever meet. I've been working on them, studying them, making them faster since I was 10. So... It's safe to say I know my fair knowledge of cars.
I live in the San Fernando Valley, which is the haven of "ricers", people who add ridiculous bodykits, inane stickers, and incompetent add-ons to their grocery-getters.
I hold a certain pride in knowing all i know, and having done what I've done in the industry, it saddens me to see these kids act like they're tough shxt when they don't know shxt.
Perfect example: I was hanging out with a couple friends of mine doing some illegal things(I wont say what to maintain deniability), &nd there they are. A couple of kids fresh outta high-school with there "oh-so-cool" Civics. Now, don't get me wrong, the Honda Civic is a very capable car... Given in the hands of the right tuner. I walk up there, &nd I find my perfect subject: an orange Civic coupe with a black hood, rear spoiler, ridiculous height of the ground, &nd stock drum brakes in the back.
I ask around to see who's car it is, &nd they point me to the owner. Even better. This guy looks like, if you ask him what a rod journal is, he'll show you his diary. But I digress...
I start asking questions about the car; such as what's under the hood, any mods done... Yada-yada-yada.
&nd this is where his stupidity blossoms. I ask him, "You planning to go turbo.?" He stares at me blankly like he's never thought of the idea. Then he says, "You can't turbo these. It's single-cam &nd the engine's too small." I says... Bullshxt. If you ever get the chance while reading this entry, go on YouTube &nd look up "honda civic single-cam turbo". Just spend a minute out of your day &nd do it.
But now... His stupidity truly shows. He says, "Oh really.? I could never find any kits for it." The one beautiful thing about cars is that you can custom-make just about anything for your car. &nd I mean anything. So as I school him in what you can do for his car... It's a beautiful sight.
Now... This is just one of many incidents of mine of which this type of thing happens. This is the part where you say "It's typical for people not to know so many things about cars". I say, to survive in this scene... If you don't know a rock's throw of info about shxt like this, then get out. Get out &nd never come back.
Now... Answer the question. Is it a disease or a curse.?
I was playing with my sisters and they introduced me to a very interesting toy of theirs. It's a pig that you keep feeding till it blows up basically. I saw this toy and said, "Are you serious.?" It looked like the pig was enjoying every minute of it. Well, who isn't gonna be happy when random kids and adults are shoving hamburgers down your throat.?
Is obesity and eating disorders something to joke about now.? Is it the new laugh topic of the generation.?
Let me give you the harsh reality to this "joke". It fucking sucks. I was overweight and was classified as an anorexic because i tried to lose weight. And I assure you, I wasn't as happy as this pig was every time i would eat.
Until this America gets serious about this, these jokes on life will be our downfall.
