Friday, November 11, 2011

Whats going on - 11/12/11

I’m the guy in the crowd in the stories people read. I don’t “get the girl.” I’m not the hero by any means, nor anywhere close to being a part of her/his quest. I have my dreams though, finish college, own a home, start a family, be happy. I know it will happen, but I’m realistic. I know I’m not going to save the Earth from annihilation, or slay the dragon that’s been terrorizing the town for centuries. It’s just not me.
I live in my head though, I’m human, I make bad decisions, I do things that I regret later, but by no means do I let it weigh me down. We live, we grow. I’m not saying that I’m perfect, or that my point of view is “right.” I have a very open mind and always listen and make my judgment calls based on the information I’m given. Should I be wrong, I find out why and move forward from there. To me it seems like people assess situations and judge others way too early before they have any idea what’s really going on or what they’re really even talking about. This only proves immaturity and bad self-awareness.  Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like people shouldn’t judge people based on the mistakes that person makes, especially if you don’t even know that person. I find myself constantly willing to believe that people are not what they seem only to be let down and disappointed. Now I know I fall into this too; I’ve let so many people down in the past and regret a lot of mistakes I’ve made, BUT I MOVE ON! People who dwell on the past and hold grudges are not what I’d call “well” people. The present is always turning into the future and if you can’t get over the past, how can you expect to move forward?  
This poorly written mess is what’s going on in my head right now. The people who get it… will get it. And the people who don’t will ask questions, plain and simple. Till next time.

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