Saturday, 16 July 2011
Friday, 24 June 2011
It's funny how it becomes difficult to bring about change progressively as you grow up.
Today, I wanted to chenge the format (and some content) of my blogs, and I'm surprised at the inertia I've gone through just to make some template changes. A year ago, I'd have finished the whole thing in a day and had the biggest fun doing it. Don't I feel that passionately about this anymore, or is this just one of the (unwelcome) changes of adulthood?
Today, I wanted to chenge the format (and some content) of my blogs, and I'm surprised at the inertia I've gone through just to make some template changes. A year ago, I'd have finished the whole thing in a day and had the biggest fun doing it. Don't I feel that passionately about this anymore, or is this just one of the (unwelcome) changes of adulthood?
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Being me
Why is it so difficult to put oneself into another’s shoes? It seems that, in a lot of relationships in my life, I simply have no idea about what the other person is thinking. It drives me crazy, and yet, I don’t know what to do about it. It drives me crazy because I don’t know what to do about it. Why do people turn into such unresponsive, surly blocks?
It hurts like hell, being dispensable. I have this void in my life, and each memory with each one of these people hurts. A lot. Yet, these other people seem to go on much as usual, not caring, not even seeming to notice that I’m not there. Am I really that forgettable?
It hurts like hell, being dispensable. I have this void in my life, and each memory with each one of these people hurts. A lot. Yet, these other people seem to go on much as usual, not caring, not even seeming to notice that I’m not there. Am I really that forgettable?
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