Observation

The worst part about standing in the vicinity of a fart is that you're breathing the air that came out of someone's ass.

How Things Get Fucked

Looking around at stuff in my life, and the lives of people I know, I made an observation. Such few things in life get majorly fucked all at once. Most things, they take time. They get a little fucked over a couple of weeks or months and suddenly you're wondering how they got so fucked up.

I have this table. A desk for my computer. And I clean it up every now and then, but mostly, it's crammed with stuff I don't need. Non-computer stuff. And I always wondered how it kept getting so damn messed up. So today morning, I cleaned it up again. Moved things around, threw some shit out. It's night and already I can find some stuff I put on it during the day that doesn't need to be here.

So that's what got me thinking. How all of these tiny things, they sneak up on you. You might just miss them if you're not looking. But there they are, every day, fucking your stuff up. Fucked up part is you only notice them when they get majorly fucked up. Before that, you're thinking, there's nothing wrong with this picture.

But time passes. And when time passes, it doesn't crawl. You think it does, but it doesn't. It flies. Straight past you and you won't even notice. You're too busy procrastinating. Overlooking shit that doesn't look so fucked up, but it is.

So here's what I've got to do. Look for the small shit. Clean it up while it's still small, manageable.

Now comes the hard part. Actually doing it.

Ladies and gentlemen, pardon my french. And my redundancy. But it's the only way I'll listen.

Easy Peasy

Sticking to your instincts

against "better judgement"

is hard.

Trying to belong

somewhere

is tough.

Finding a heart

to live in

is difficult.

Living a life

that matters

is hard.

Finding someone

to matter to

is tough.

Making a difference

to someone's life

is almost impossible.

Forgetting

that you really want all of that

is easy.