ranting of the seventh kind: I post therefore, you read

its funny how everything sounds right in my head. The way that circles are squares when needed, and dodecahedrons are hexagons. It all makes perfect sense until you try and make it work in the real world. I'm still working on that part, the whole its not really my head that's the problem its everyone else thing. I imagine that somebody will eventually find the solution and then all my problems can dissipate. Like they do in my head. Ah serenity.
Sadly no such thing is known to me, not even in my nice little idealistic realities i conjure up like a bad case of optimism after two lovely slices of overly priced chocolate cake. I oft wish that life was easier than slamming my fist into the wall every five seconds, just for kicks.
It is a funny thing, this life, the way we all wander round smelling roses, shooting our neighbors cause they looked at us funny, or drive bigger and nastier cars. I find it intriguing that we spend so much time looking inward that we forget that the real solutions aren't within... they're outside.
Get off your backside and stop wallowing all day long. If life was meant to be a wallow, there'd be way more mud and a heck of a lot more bikinis. Sometimes the thing we need to realise is that if we every once in a while stopped caring so much about ourselves and started to care more about others, our problems would become insignificant. For in helping another, trully you help yourself. Try it, its a proven principle. Im sure Paul would agree.