I have never been good at keeping anything alive that doesn't cry for attention. This is why I've never kept house plants. That is also why this is two years old and barely touched.
A few months back I had some ideals. And so did you, and so did him and her and everyone else. A few months back, I was full of shit. I thought that I wanted these things, but really, I wanted to be the kind of person that wants those sort of things. ( I had me fooled,too).
Rejecting impluse and instinct in the name of personalized ideals... What a bad joke. Even worse? Social "habits". Habits, as in, some inclination to act or think in a way that had been programmed into my brain before I was old enough to know cheerio's from boogers. ie: Boys wear blue. Girls wear pink. etc... What a waste.
Hear that clock ticking? Uh-huh. That's your life.
Indulgence is key. I am not here to babysit myself in the name of ideals (even self proposed ones). I am not here to pick and choose what I allow myself to enjoy, be it primal,unfavored, or in contradiction to those proposed "values" I/you/him/and her have.
Contradictions do not exist.
