It’s been a while… Actually I blame improveme.se, every time I would finish typing an excerpt I would end up pressing some button that was on my computer and it would change pages without my request, and I would lose all the fruitless, mental masturbation that I had conjured up in the wee hours of the night. I am prepared this time by constantly selecting all my text and copying it…
Yes I have adapted however I do get lax and inevitably I give up and never really finish my new posts. I only put entertaining episodes of my menial existence. Not to poke at anyone in particular, but really? Do I need to know; if you are studying hard, or if the clothes you pick were carefully picked out to take the garbage out? Let’s not forget food freaks whom take pictures of their food before they eat it. If it was so good then show me an empty plate or better yet, excite my pallet by actually sending me a recipe so I can make the damn food at my own house then I could say, ”hey, it was really good, thanks for the tip.”
Like yesterday, I was mindless thumbing through Aftonbladet, there was a wonderful beef stew, and guess what? They even showed me how to make it. I can definitely say that that beef stew was rocking, cause I actually ate it. I don’t mean to be rude but improveme.se is becoming way to superficial. I know this a beauty and healthy, I understand that most of the quote on quote , featured bloggars have the inside scoop in the playboy mansion, or some how whore their way into the penthouse of a lonely, and adolescent rich man’s heart. That doesn’t excuse the fact that I can learn absolutely nothing from their words.
My action were no different, I thought I was going to be the tucker max of Sverige. However the more I began to write the more my confessions began to look childish and adolescent. These events were like double egde swords that affected my conscience metaphysically. My ubiquitous nature, tore my soul into loathing.
For the past month I have been soul searching, looking for something meaningful to write. I began to hang out with old friends, not one night stands. My ego has been stroked, with enough conquests. Like any tired warrior, I laid down my sword and began down a path of self realization. My house is no longer quagmired to lure in beautiful specimens of the opposite sex, to have sex.
I am going back to studying medicine. I have taken a lot of time away from school, I was suppose to finish this year however with the being nearly broken and no financial aid I had to be a lay man and work a nine to five.
I also was involved in a domestic quarrel that shook me up. I wasn’t involved directly however I was at my friend’s house who still lives with his parents (that’s a whole other story), and they come storming in, and not noticing me they began to fight. It was a fight stemmed from over worked foreign parents who were over worked and dealing with the effects of the economical crunch here in the states. A conversation that was sparked by an expensive cell phone bill, to full on yelling competition and my friend jumping between his parents in a scary almost cinematic motion to prevent his father from grabbing his mother and becoming physical. At that point, I had no interest in trying to live a life that would conclude me in such a chain of events.
Please tell me if I am going down the right path in my search for eternal happiness…