Saturday, May 20, 2006
and i thought i had some nasty habits.
i dont think not making my bed and leaving food around the room can be considered killer vices, especially when compared to the habits of some others. to say they were 'bad' wld be a fuckin understatement. whats more morbid than knowing such people exist, and are in relatively close proximity? possibly the fact that their addictions can no longer be justified by the typical 'just a phase' excuse. an even more disturbing thought would be wondering what would become of 'em ten years from now.
having said that.
it cannot be doubted that being a parent is one of the most mother-effing difficult things ever. rotten children are not always the products of lousy parents and poor upbringing. circumstances, company, personal psychology and what not play a significant role in moulding an individual's personality. i'm not saying that parents dont play an important part in this, but they cant always be held responsible for the way their kids turn out. some things happen by default, or stem from unknown origins, and in some cases, nothing can be done to ease the situation. am i talking about myself? well, i dont know.
it brings much euphoria when everyday feels like a saturday.
but sooner or later, its gonna feel like 'groundhog day' over and over again.
i can feel it in my bones.
crash poets - wave goodbye
mar de sade gnarled at 9:57 AM
9:57 AM