I think rain and classical music makes me feel pretty creative.
I spend most of my spare time wondering what I’m going to do with my life, I think about school, I think about where I’ll be in a year from now. None of it seems very clear. I often worry that I’ll never be able to decide and life will pass me by without my knowing it.
I think I stress too much about how other people understand the world, I feel like an asshole when I can’t helped but be annoyed when people rationalize life in ways that are vastly different from my own.
I think I’ve developed a really big fear of women, meeting girls is fucking terrifying to me. I never used to be like this.
I wonder if other people pay as much attention to what the air smells like as I do. I’m not sure if anything smells better than the air at my cottage on a summer morning.
I’m really worried about my grandparents, I don’t really like to talk about it though. After my granddad had a stroke I told him that if I could grow up and be anything like him, I’ll have know that I made all the right decisions in life. I’m glad I told him that, you should always say whats on your mind.
People, I think, try too hard to hold on to things in the past. Sometimes its better just to let things go and never revisit them.
I heard a great line in a podcast last week, “If you want to get to utopia take your first left on sex, your first right on money, and there it is straight ahead.”