This winter break I’ve isolated myself a lot more than I expected. I spent most of it asleep, by myself and in other states of mind. I needed it. They say it’s not good for humans, who by nature are social beings, to keep to themselves for too long…they get crazy right? Maybe I am crazy; I am crazy. But in my time alone, I’ve self-reflected so much. So much that I’ve stared at the inside of my soul for hours, analyzed who I was/am/want to be. I’ve thought about a lot of things, so many thoughts that I couldn’t think all of them through and left them floating around in my head to keep as conversation pieces when I’m with a semi-intelligent friend.
There’s so many things to change. Myself, the world, my wardrobe and that unbecoming habit of pulling at my split ends in public. But what I’ve learned is that there’s beauty in everything—the way that the hills seem to glitter a little more in winter because people put up Christmas lights, the tragedy of my inability to find enough words to describe my thoughts. What I’ve learned is that life is a good ride at any consumerist theme park, full of twists and turns, things that pop out at you and make you laugh or things that pop out at you and scare the shit out of you. It takes you in the dark, it makes your head hurt and ear bleed sometimes, and some will just scream the whole way through, even knowing full well there’s nothing to be afraid of. It doesn’t matter though. The important thing is that you come out laughing and get back in that godforsaken hour long line.
