February 2012
5 posts
nyc.
I’ve realized tonight that people who willingly choose to come to nyc are completely and utterly fucked up in someway or another. People who are perfectly content an know exactly where they want to go in life do not come to New York. They go to a normal place where they are free to pursue what they are passionate about. People who come to New York are confused. They lack the stability that...
"go with finance, choose reality."
Whywhywhy.
I also feel like I look completely unapproachable when I was walking around. I always have my headphones in, and I walk briskly, to say the least. While I guess I do get a strange power kick out of walking like a bitch, I always secretly wish that a stranger would approach me for a conversation. Maybe this is my test to see who really has the cajones to talk to me….
ntrs-strch:
My friend...
I have seen the others, and I have discovered....
high hopes, low expectations.
While this is a logical and sensible rule to live by, it should not be confused (as I have easily done) with expecting the mediocre for myself. I deserve more. At the very least, I deserve respect. I need to know that I deserve the great, but be wise enough to not easily invest my trust in others to give that to me.