When did I get asked if I wanted to have the wonderful human ability to screw things up? Why do I do the things I don’t want to do and forget the things I wanted to to do? How is it that I can only hurt the people I love?
It’s called being human and it’s incredibly frustrating some—no, all the time. Being a teenager is a time when you’re supposed to learn all these important life lessons, but nobody said it was going to be easy. Gah! Angst.
Brings to mind a story a cool friend of mine was telling at classes. Paraphrased, he said, “A guy walks up to a girl and asks her, ‘If you could know that nothing bad would ever happen to you again, would you give up ever having anything good happen to you again?’ She thinks about it for a minute and tells the guy yes, so he pulls out a gun and shoots her.”
Yes, so I’m definitely all over the place tonight. Probably because I’m supposed to be working on college applications, and Rachel is busy working all night. Oh, it wasn’t carpal tunnel, it was tendonitis, so I have to wear a wrist brace that makes it hard to do things with my right hand. But there is much pain and working makes it worse. So Giant sucks.
Aaaaand, I posted writing because I haven’t done that in a while, and I think some cool pictures of Rachel and I that Mark (my little brother) took. Which is awesome because Rachel is wonderful. She’s the only girl that can put up with somebody like me, and that’s really a gift. I love her!