Some /really/ long days are behind me, and surely in front of me, but meh. Actually for that matter, not even sure people're actually reading this, but hey, w/e. It's better than sitting in a corner talking to myself, right? Right...
Anyways, I think one of the biggest casualties of these past few days/weeks has to be what I at least, when thinking clearly and relatively stress free, consider to have been an absolutely awesome opportunity to become good/close friends with a chick that I honestly think would have no doubt ended up being really good friends with, at least. My inability to cope with life and brash impulsiveness however, completely ruined those chances, miserably. It sucks, really, truly someone I'd have liked to have gotten to know better, but given current circumstances, I don't think she can even stomach to talk to me anymore. Sucks, but C'est la vie, no? I think that will hold to be one of my biggest regrets this year, seriously, but I think having gotten to known her in the brief circumstances I did will have to suffice.
Yes, you either know who the chick I'm talking about is, or you don't, either way, good for you. No I'm not going to explain what happened on here, at least not for now. Was I sincere in the actions that led up to my insanity? At the time, yes. Currently? I can't deny that the thought wouldn't cross my mind, but I took it to an extreme that looking back at it now, shenaniganry was occuring. Meh. It took me a while to realize this, but I think I always knew, probably. Yay for brash, impulsive actions? >_> At least I was the only casualty this time xD
Also, side-note, I seem to have grown some weird... admiration? obsession? with the Greek fates lately. Link to find out what I'm talking about is here. And basically, something about the thought that our destines, although supposedly "set in stone" or in this case, fabric, can, theoretically, be changed in a very tangible way seems to have garnered a hold of my creative attention lately, and I find myself wanting to write about it... A young man who seems to be the victim of a particularly cruel joke on the Fate's parts and decides to fight back against the gods themselves to set his life right. Taking down the sisters that even Zeus feared with his own hands... Dunno, just my insanity maybe? Something about the whole idea is alluring to me...
Also, yay for cathartic, yet involuntary actions >_>'
