Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in a pretty and perfectly preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming “WOW! What a ride!”
I know there has to be more than this.
We fool ourselves more than we fool others. There’s so much I long for in life and so much I lust for, just so much I want to do and experience! Because like it or not this crazy life is all we’ve got. Stephen king said that it isn’t the destination that’s important, it’s the journey. I want excitement, passion, lust, pain, understanding, compassion, and yes despite all my reservations on the idea I want love in mine.
I am now at university, I haven’t been here long but living in my own house is certainly something that has been a long time coming. This is rushed and does not yet say what I want it to say about me. I will update it in time.
I listen to music almost all of the time. I like the exotic and the erotic. I love to read and spend more money on books than food, which happens to be another on of my loves.
Extreme prejudices and discrimination, to an extent I think that such things, most certainly sterotypes and prejudices are a survival tool and exist for a reason, but they are only ever a small part of the puzzle that make up who a person is and should not be relied upon to the degree where you hate a person because of their age, race, gender, sexuality etc.
Sleep, you know we spend like 1/3 of our entire lives asleep? How disgusting is that?! I find weakness disgusting, not physical weakness but mental weakness, like addiction. Men who hit women to assert their authority. Boring people. The stigma behind a women having sex and exploring her sexual desires and generally having fun, words like slut and whore. Why? it’s just silly.
You have ONE life, you are YOUNG once. Have as much fun as possible, do as much crazy shit as possible, you have the rest of your life to be a boring sod.
I don’t want the cheese anymore I just want to get out of the trap.