Happy National Go Barefoot Day!
(my favorite holiday ^)
Today, I feel the need to address something:
I like to make bad decisions.
> I probably will not be able to explain this properly - in fact, I know I won't. <
But I love doing the wrong thing.
No action is simple. You can't just make a comment or even put on a shirt without a plethora of emotions and consequences attached. Every microscopic detail of our lives, every small piece of our world is constantly changing those around it and being changed itself. We live in a giant set of dominos, and even when we nudge one piece, thousands will tumble down also.
Back to my whole "me like bad" dealio, I often know perfectly well what the consequence is going to be, and what emotion I will be feeling in those moments. However, I ignore that and instead allow myself to inflict some degree of pain on myself.
"Why be so stupid?", you may ask.
Honestly, I have no clue.
I know that the problem exists, I am able to recognize this flaw in myself, and yet the same force that allows me to make these guided mistakes also allows me to prolong (and prevent) change. Now and then I make a few measly attempts to fix my ways, however in the long run I am not successful.
And where was my point in all of this?
Spanish homework.
I am 100% dedicated to avoiding my spanish homework.
I mean, who even in their wildest nightmares can imagine a world in which spanish professors force their bedraggled pupils to scratch out responses to topics that are hardly interesting to anybody?
Blech.
The questions in this assignment are all about how we have changed over the past year, what we think of the grading system, who is our hero, blah, blah, blah.
I hate talking about myself.
HATE HATE HATE it.
So having to come up with paragraph long responses in a foreign language is not my slice of pie.
I don't like pie, anyways.
xoxo,
McCall
Happy National Go Barefoot Day!
(my favorite holiday ^)
Today, I feel the need to address something:
I like to make bad decisions.
> I probably will not be able to explain this properly - in fact, I know I won't. <
But I love doing the wrong thing.
No action is simple. You can't just make a comment or even put on a shirt without a plethora of emotions and consequences attached. Every microscopic detail of our lives, every small piece of our world is constantly changing those around it and being changed itself. We live in a giant set of dominos, and even when we nudge one piece, thousands will tumble down also.
Back to my whole "me like bad" dealio, I often know perfectly well what the consequence is going to be, and what emotion I will be feeling in those moments. However, I ignore that and instead allow myself to inflict some degree of pain on myself.
"Why be so stupid?", you may ask.
Honestly, I have no clue.
I know that the problem exists, I am able to recognize this flaw in myself, and yet the same force that allows me to make these guided mistakes also allows me to prolong (and prevent) change. Now and then I make a few measly attempts to fix my ways, however in the long run I am not successful.
And where was my point in all of this?
Spanish homework.
I am 100% dedicated to avoiding my spanish homework.
I mean, who even in their wildest nightmares can imagine a world in which spanish professors force their bedraggled pupils to scratch out responses to topics that are hardly interesting to anybody?
Blech.
The questions in this assignment are all about how we have changed over the past year, what we think of the grading system, who is our hero, blah, blah, blah.
I hate talking about myself.
HATE HATE HATE it.
So having to come up with paragraph long responses in a foreign language is not my slice of pie.
I don't like pie, anyways.
xoxo,
McCall
