I know! I get it! New blogger, just started an hour ago and we are already at this stage... You know? The stage where we can share stuff.
I'll begin at the beginning of a beginning:
Two nights ago I laid awake in bed. I was thinking about life and who am I and who I would become. But then this sudden fear hit me like a pick-up truck aiming for a sloth - and I'm the sloth.
I'm temporary. Like a band aid.
Well, I'm a little bit smarter then a band aid.
Sure I have friends, but how long will I have them? How long will they have me? I feel like people get bored with my quickly, and I would too if I were not myself. If I were the pick-up truck.
It's like my existence doesn't matter. Have you ever had that feeling if this were not High School people would stop remembering who I am.
I want to be permanent. I want to grab onto someone by the collar and say "YOU WILL REMEMBER ME UNTIL YOU DIE". And then marry that person, and have our beautiful babies. This person would preferably be Kiera Nightly or another smokin' hot actress.
For once in my life, I want someone to make a move on me. In a friendshipey way of course. I want someone to want to be friends with me. Then I'll know I'm slightly becoming more permanent.
Well, it wasn't so bad was it? You should probably take a shower.... you look like a skank. We should have waited longer to share stuff. I should probably take a shower to, I feel pretty dirty after that.
First off, I resent that last comment. And I will not take a shower.
ReplyDeleteSecond off, I just wanted to say that though I am not Keira Knightley and do not plan on having your babies (sorry, Iloveyabut) I will certainly remember you until I die (unless I get amnesia or Alzheimer's or something of that sort) and I love being your friend and don't get bored of you. I also think you are very permanent, and also your band aid simile is a nice idea but ends badly because it hurts like heck to take a band aid off. :)