Metaphorical Bleeding
Turmoil and soul searching. How much am I at fault? Does it even matter? Pieces are broken and lessons are learned and life goes on. Sitting and blaming doesn't change anything. I've learned so much about what is for the best, what people need, what people want, and what things are necessary. They don't always line up with my core believing, but neither does the hope that unicorns really exist. Words are shit and do nothing. So does the absence of words and that is something I think I am always going to struggle with.
A funny story, the skate board show. I walk in and a voice behind me asks, "Are you an artist?" I smile and say in a cocky voice, "Yep, sure am!" while turning around. I meet eyes with this girl and instant recognition makes both of our eyes widen. Like a dumbass I can't remember from where I know this person, but it's obvious she knows very well and it's not a good thing. She has put this whole show together and she's an artist. How do I know an artist and this person specifically I keep asking myself. I'm so nervous about the whole thing in general that we end up leaving and decide to come back for the judging. It's the in between time that I realize I've played Cranium with this chick in a living room before. I was shown every piece of her artwork on a really cool I-phone. OOOHHHH, KATHY, kathy, kathy!!! Of all the people in all of Pensacola. REALLY?!?! I didn't win. I'm not going to say that was the reason either. The winning board was very nice looking. It had a shark and a turtle and an osprey on it. Oh well.
Karma?
I finished the Hunger Games Trilogy. It was impossible not to draw parallels with the characters in the book to people I've known. It was also a series that left me dazed for a bit after reading. Like, I had to take time to really absorb everything because SO MUCH happens and there are so many undertones and sub levels of lessons and commentary. It's not a book about teenagers picked to fight to the death in a futuristic dystopian society. It's not about that at all.
I will say that Katniss never quite became my favorite character. It was everyone surrounding her that held my attention.
A funny story, the skate board show. I walk in and a voice behind me asks, "Are you an artist?" I smile and say in a cocky voice, "Yep, sure am!" while turning around. I meet eyes with this girl and instant recognition makes both of our eyes widen. Like a dumbass I can't remember from where I know this person, but it's obvious she knows very well and it's not a good thing. She has put this whole show together and she's an artist. How do I know an artist and this person specifically I keep asking myself. I'm so nervous about the whole thing in general that we end up leaving and decide to come back for the judging. It's the in between time that I realize I've played Cranium with this chick in a living room before. I was shown every piece of her artwork on a really cool I-phone. OOOHHHH, KATHY, kathy, kathy!!! Of all the people in all of Pensacola. REALLY?!?! I didn't win. I'm not going to say that was the reason either. The winning board was very nice looking. It had a shark and a turtle and an osprey on it. Oh well.
Karma?
I will say that Katniss never quite became my favorite character. It was everyone surrounding her that held my attention.