i can watch but not take part where i end and where you start - an attempt to run a study blog

Sunday, March 4

Its like that Cure song..

Never enough. Im not gonna go into whether we're biologically designed to do this, or if its that old excuse of soceity being the bastard here, but make no bones about it, we're never ever satisfied. Ever.
From the simplest things like the videostore releasing The Devil wears Prada, people literally fight over it, and when most of them seen it, they start asking for Borat. All of them.
Or how the minute, no scratch that, even days before Sims 2 Seasons are released, they all start talking about the next expansion pack.
All the way to the proper stuff, like why I remove one source of misery only to find there's another one. Always tweaking, polishing and cleaning our days, personalities until they finally fit that magazine glossy picture we have in our head.
Look, I know its never gonna be that simple. I get that this whole thing, these eighty years or so we're bound to walk this earth, is supposed to be a struggle. What I dont get is how youre supposed to stop for air?

Generally, Im good at taking time of, only to appreciate the things I do have; this totally amazing city, my wonderful friends, roof over my busy head and food in mah belly, its awesome.
Lately, seems like even though I work to get all that and more, took some time of school in order to not be sucha bitch all the time, and still I cant seem to get back to that gut feeling that tells me everything's ok.

Completely unrelated, for two days now Ive had springlike running in my legs, sun outside my window and warmer gusts of wind. 'S lovely, but Im still trapped at work. Nyah.

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