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A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?It has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain from drinking when awake. I don't fall sleep at night till I lay down and dream of what an amazing journey is ahead of me and how little time there is to enjoy it. I don't care of what people think or don't think of me as long as I am not affecting their life and their are not affecting mine. I seem to do things that surprises the people yet I am surprised to how little it takes to do it. I sometimes pull over on rush hour traffic, open the sunroof on my car, lay my sit back and look at the sky, I wonder what they see if there is others out there when they are looking down at us in little boxes going through a maze. I seem to often feel peoples hurt or frustration or love without really knowing them. I will not now or ever not live this moment to regret later. I don't really care about dying or hell or heaven, I think if there are such places then god has a heck of sense of humor. I am not really religious and mostly confused about it I have made. I have made the connection that god is really my conscience and I will have to answer to my own soul. I somehow seem to see little things that people miss everyday. I am happy with whom I was, whom I have become and cant wait to see who I will be. I love the fact that I can get up right now, think of what my heart desires and actually be able to do it.I don't loose, never have and never will. I feel it is somehow part of my life to put a smile on someones face that is having a bad day. I am the toughest guy I have ever met and yet sometimes when I watch a sad movie I have to hold back tears which I usually don't, since I am not trying to impress others. I love taking a bad situation and finding the good of it. I believe things happen for a reason, I just always make sure I find the reason why it happened.I love going out, I definitely love chilled patron shots.
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Tags: A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or the others crazy? - 34 (Hermosa Beach)
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