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Strange events.
A drunk angry individual, which I think of as more of a Toblerone than a Butterfinger or Baby Ruth, bruised my arm following a series of events where I tried to prevent a fight and just-help-people-to-chill-out. Movement has returned to my arm even though it still hurts, but it got me thinking about times when I am angry. It's so wasteful. It fills up your mind. It's tragic. It's circular. I have contempt and I'd rather be thinking about that-look-in-her-eyes.
I think these are strange events. But perhaps they are very normal. But something is amiss.
Before the Toblerone experience, I completed round one of my search for What-Comes-Next after this year of school. Along came a feeling of peace and serenity. Then came the urge to obsess and do more work towards my future goals. Anxiety comes and goes and I need to get back to the gym. I went last week. It was great.
Other than that I've been piling daisies on daisies in the hopes of achieving something special. And I've been thinking too much and too little.
A drunk angry individual, which I think of as more of a Toblerone than a Butterfinger or Baby Ruth, bruised my arm following a series of events where I tried to prevent a fight and just-help-people-to-chill-out. Movement has returned to my arm even though it still hurts, but it got me thinking about times when I am angry. It's so wasteful. It fills up your mind. It's tragic. It's circular. I have contempt and I'd rather be thinking about that-look-in-her-eyes.
I think these are strange events. But perhaps they are very normal. But something is amiss.
Before the Toblerone experience, I completed round one of my search for What-Comes-Next after this year of school. Along came a feeling of peace and serenity. Then came the urge to obsess and do more work towards my future goals. Anxiety comes and goes and I need to get back to the gym. I went last week. It was great.
Other than that I've been piling daisies on daisies in the hopes of achieving something special. And I've been thinking too much and too little.
