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Puc
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Sometimes I am thankful that life was such a shitpot growing up. I am thankful that anxiety and obesity robbed me of the social adolescence most people experience in there teens, because I get to have it now.
While my friends of old have already been married (some divorced) and acquired some young'ins, I have no ties and no responsibility. I have a good job with flexible enough hours that staying out till 3AM 4 nights a week doesn't stop me from performing at my best.
And, you know something, my birthday is next week, I am turning 25 and my car insurance rates are going down. If only they knew that I am more likely to go careening off a bridge now than when I was 17.
People I have known from childhood can't understand how I could be so reckless with life, how I could care so little about the future, how I could love dancing and socializing and picking up psycho females as much as I do, but I constantly remind them that I am going through now what they went through in college. It is my turn now. And, my turn only began a few short months ago. Now is my time to experiment with drugs and orgies and whatever the hell else I want. Now is my time to live free and immediately. Mine.
Sure I make mistakes, some tragic. For some, only serendipity has saved me from a horrible fate, but I keep going. I press on -- challenging boundaries within myself I never dared before. Ignoring consequence, yielding to the carnal, following the principles of lust to the letter.
I "dance on glass tables," it might seem careless...
But, when the music invigorates,
and the lights dictate,
and emotion fills the air,
I find myself there and I love it.
Slowly at first,
ever so cautious,
tragedy one misstep away.
And as the tempo speeds,
and the space sets free,
and the moment becomes me,
I find myself there and I love it.
Quickly now,
without inhibition,
living immediately.
And as the inevitable invades,
and the cracks cascade,
and consequence approaches feverishly,
I find myself there and I love it.
Refusing safety,
challenging fate,
coveting every step.
And when gravity interrupts,
and the scene destructs,
and my heaven is stripped away,
I find myself there, riddled with pain, and I love it.
damn i do love life.
(had to rant, sorry, peace out)
Puc
While my friends of old have already been married (some divorced) and acquired some young'ins, I have no ties and no responsibility. I have a good job with flexible enough hours that staying out till 3AM 4 nights a week doesn't stop me from performing at my best.
And, you know something, my birthday is next week, I am turning 25 and my car insurance rates are going down. If only they knew that I am more likely to go careening off a bridge now than when I was 17.
People I have known from childhood can't understand how I could be so reckless with life, how I could care so little about the future, how I could love dancing and socializing and picking up psycho females as much as I do, but I constantly remind them that I am going through now what they went through in college. It is my turn now. And, my turn only began a few short months ago. Now is my time to experiment with drugs and orgies and whatever the hell else I want. Now is my time to live free and immediately. Mine.
Sure I make mistakes, some tragic. For some, only serendipity has saved me from a horrible fate, but I keep going. I press on -- challenging boundaries within myself I never dared before. Ignoring consequence, yielding to the carnal, following the principles of lust to the letter.
I "dance on glass tables," it might seem careless...
But, when the music invigorates,
and the lights dictate,
and emotion fills the air,
I find myself there and I love it.
Slowly at first,
ever so cautious,
tragedy one misstep away.
And as the tempo speeds,
and the space sets free,
and the moment becomes me,
I find myself there and I love it.
Quickly now,
without inhibition,
living immediately.
And as the inevitable invades,
and the cracks cascade,
and consequence approaches feverishly,
I find myself there and I love it.
Refusing safety,
challenging fate,
coveting every step.
And when gravity interrupts,
and the scene destructs,
and my heaven is stripped away,
I find myself there, riddled with pain, and I love it.
damn i do love life.
(had to rant, sorry, peace out)
Puc
