what if i bought a cactus and carried it around and just whacked everyone who annoys me with the cactus
You know, I can’t deny that as much as I’m not against whatever’s happening now, I can’t help but wish that when I look in the mirror again, I won’t be 18 anymore and that it’ll magically transport me to a time where everything’s how… it should be. Not that I know what it is yet but all things considered, I can maybe paint you a mental picture of it if you asked me to. It helps though that I can close my eyes and that when I do, it can either take me back to an amazing eight months or bring me to picking out curtains with you. It helps too that I have to open them eventually, which will inevitably take me to the present.
Though it’s not bad that it does, in fact that’s why I said it helps. I just have to learn how to keep my eyes open longer now. And it’s not that I mind, I actually feel like it’s what I need right now. But rest assured when I go back to bed at night and snuggle in with my pillows, it will always take me back to an amazing eight months of imaging that pillow is you or bring me to the bed where it’s actually, finally, really
you.
The Defiance Of The Different
Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don’t be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don’t settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.
Please, do that for me.
