Neveau

My new blog:

http://k8i3.tumblr.com/

Probably won't be posting here very much anymore.

pzout.

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot...

2011 is here without a word or a breath and has swiftly landed and made itself comfortable in my lap before I had a chance to mumble 'champagne'.

That is the language of the clock though, or so we've been brought up to learn.

It simply escapes the grasp of the unknowing without a trace left behind.

There is not even a chance to look back and gasp at the sight in front of you.

future

Such an unobtrusive word, yet nothing can become of it because it thrives on the unknown.

It arrives without warning, but never stays for long.

It sits in your mind like a cold, corroding tombstone, burning through the memories into a vacant space where it can build a shelter of its own.

No escape.

Ellipsis.

What is it with people being disrespectful lately? You know, I am not some sort of object that you can talk to like a...well, an object.

I am not some promiscuous hooker.

I do have morals. But you obviously don't recognize that I am indeed a person just as much as you.

One thing that I also dislike is almost always being the odd one out of a situation.

Is it really so hard as to be somewhat...considerate? Maybe even a little bit? It's not like I'm asking the world here.

I chose you because I thought my life would change. Well, of course it has. It would have regardless.

There are too many stupid situations that arise that are unnecessary. Is it impossible to just speak what you feel? I don't think I'm being unfair here, but come on. Look at where it's gotten us.

Into a sticky hole, that's where.

Curiosity + me = unsettledness.

Life is one big decision.

I feel like every situation I come across is just another fork in the road that I've happened to stumble upon. It is extremely frustrating, because I never know what is the right decision. I'm afraid if I make the wrong decision on accident, my life will end up completely different than how it would if I made the right decision.

The only problem: most of the time I cannot decipher what is the right decision and what is the wrong decision. It really gets me into a lot of shit once I realize that I made a mistake because my head was not clear, and then I end up beating myself up about it. And then I become curious in the highest degree about how different my life would be if I'd just made a different decision. Growing up shouldn't be so complicated.

[Side note] I hung out with this totally awesome guy today.

;)

“Life is not so short but that there is always time for courtesy.”

There is something about etiquette that should be somewhat automatic.

For instance, you don't just go into someone's wallet and take their money, regardless if they owe it to you or not.

You are polite, and maybe subtly remind them of the money they owe you, and then they will give it to you themselves.

Or, what if, say, you accidentally eat something that wasn't meant for you, and are caught.

Earlier that day, your dad had given you money to buy a ticket, and expected $10 in change.

But instead, you inadvertently eat those chocolates that weren't meant for you, and your mother freaks out and demands you pay for more, and without your permission, digs in your purse and takes the money that you owed your dad, out of your wallet for herself.

Some things, you just don't do.

One of them, is to take money out of someone else's wallet regardless of the situation.

Also, has anyone noticed how disrespectful it is to be late?

To just walk in right in the middle of when someone is talking?

Well, it is extremely rude. Not to mention embarrassing for yourself, what with a bunch of beady eyes all shifting in your direction because of all the noise you make entering the premises.

You can almost hear their thoughts in the thick silence:

'Late again, as usual.'

'Do they just not care?'

'Such a disturbance.'

Probably the absolute worst thing about being late, is when it's not your fault.

How about those last few times you were two minutes late for work, and your boss yells at you for not being on time, and threatens to deduct the time from your paycheck.

You try to tell him "My mother made me late," because really, it is the truth, and there was nothing you could do about it whatsoever.

Of course, as anyone would, he says, "Oh, blaming it on the mother, are we?"

Or, "Take it like an adult, and stop making excuses for your actions."

That's a fun one.

Some people are just terrible at prioritizing, and have never grasped the concept of pacing themselves. It is really the most irritating thing, and you would think after a few situations of embarrassment would be enough to be on time.

Some people just lack in dignity.

Band-Aid?

There are lots of things we like to use as bandages.

There are those over-the-counter medicines that we use to cover up the pain of a headache, to stop the bloating, or to loosen up that goddamn constipation.

There's good ol' fashioned band-aids, that shield the wound from the elements while it heals itself.

And then there is that smile, that we plaster on so carelessly and automatically, disregarding yet again what's underneath it.

Forgetting what happens when we are alone, we remove the smile.

We place it on our bedside tables just to pick up once again and stick it on our faces the next morning.

But occasionally, we run out of glue. Or it just keeps falling off our faces. Those are the days when nothing seems to be going a certain way, or when we'd just rather leave the glueless smile on the table forever, because it's just easier that way.

But alas, all in a day's work, we haul ass over to the store and grab a new tube, because really, that frown isn't very attractive.

Marks.

There are stains that you leave on the world, as your life passes you by.

That time you left your skid marks from your tires on the road when you stopped suddenly for a squirrel.

There's that garage sale sign you nailed to the telephone pole which still hasn't come off for over 3 years.

There's a stain of red nail polish on your carpet where you spilled some.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.

Then there are the blemishes which you don't look back on as facetious.

There are the wine stains on the walls where a wine glass was smashed.

There are the dents in the floor from where plates were thrown.

There is the wax from a once lit candle embedded in the carpet.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.