Mcgyver

She'll be selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoon...

I find it interesing, how difficult it is to relate to people. Everyone seems to relate to me, but for some reason, beyond a surface level, I relate to two or three people. At the most. it's quite ridiculous really. Not to make myself sound pretentious, but it seems that there are more people concerned with things that don't really matter, than there are with the things that hold some sort of pertinence to the 'real world'. I mean, that is just one 19 year old's opinion, but things being as they are, I have learned to cope with some of lifes more arduous shit. This probably makes no sense whatsoever. but, that's drunken logic for you. Every body sucks, and no one understands you. So, I try. time and time again, to manufacture some sort of connective bond with the rest of the world, all the while, to quote R.E.M.'s song Great Expectations, I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs. It might be expected of me, but that certainly doesn't make it attainable. Perhaps I just hold impossible exectaions for myself and the rest of the world. Some sort of moral integrity that's impossible for somoene who isn't hiding behind a mask and an unhealthy dose of jesus to obtain... Meh. Ces't La vie. This is life. I guess I just need to learn to deal with it on a daily basis, instead of trying to control everything, making everything around me perfect. To learn as much as possible. Instead of expecting to acquire the Midus touch with everything around me, I should be trying to live my life to the fullest. Enjoy the days I have, and not dwell on the things that don't go as planned. It's been a bad day, please don't take my picture.