Seeking partner-in-crime.

I always enjoy meeting up with old friends. You get to see how they're doing and what they're planning on doing. It's just nice to see that everyone is doing fine, even if everyone is crazy in their own way. Oh well.

I've been trying to be nicer to the people that I meet. Relatively nicer, I should say. It has been going well so far, I think. I wonder sometimes if I should go out and meet more new people. It's all practice to be a gentleman. And less cynical. I used to think that people basically had switches where they could change aspects of their personalities whenever they wanted. I would walk outside and switch into 'happy' mode, even if I wasn't feeling it.

I eventually grew out of that phase and learned that people are just born with naturally terrible personalities. And that we have to work to be good. I still think in terms of switches, though. Old habits die hard, I guess. At the very least, they make you look dumb.

I need to find better things to do with my time. I'm lulling into a boring and routine life. I need to move. I need to get out and run. And fight. And climb and scream and jump. I need to misbehave.

Or go on an adventure.

Comments

Cam said…

Scratch your head and rub your tummy.

February 22, 2009 at 5:26 PM

No, Holmes, no!

All I ever think about these days is how much I have to/want to study. I hope that's not how I have a good time, now. Would I rather go hang out with peeps or would I rather sit in and study? It is a difficult question to answer. Just a couple more days and then I can focus all my energy on the next greatest idea I've ever had: iconic detectives and sharks.

I wonder, sometimes.

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