You know those times you're laying in bed and need to get to sleep so you can wreck havoc on the next day, but then BAM!!!! You're hit with inspiration. During these times it's hard to resist the urge to follow through with the inspiration. I lay in bed thinking, "If I get up, I won't be going to sleep any time soon. If I stay in bed, I may never find this inspiration again, also no sleeping position is even going to be comfortable anymore. I'm too antsy right now."
The following is something close to my heart. So if you have a bone to pick with me, heres a good time to pull out your knifes and pitchforks
Earlier in this book I mentioned I felt quite in touch with my inner mother. I'd like to expand on that. I don't know when it came up. I honestly believe it was subtle and through a long period. I have felt, for quite some time, the desire to, nurture, teach, protect, and provide for someone, even as far as to feel it in my lungs and spine. I ponder a lot on the expenses of raising a child or having a family, or how I could some how adopt an orphan who needed a good parent, although thats not a good idea as I still need to get parts of my own life planned out. I've expressed this to some friends before in a very subtle way. Their reactions showed pretty clearly at the time they would have thought it was weird, but now I'm just throwing it out there bluntly.
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I usually find a good measure to satisfy the urge to gloat or brag about my self is to brag about my friends. I also like being able to say my friends are all pretty amazing. The following list is devoted to that.
-I have a friend who has quite a knack for making paintings that look like incarnations of poetry.
-I have a friend who writes, and draws a comic. I don't mean some lame half baked one either. The comics art is so legit! Pro stuff I'm telling you.
-I have a friend who by looking at the way he lives, you would never guess how fast he could sprint. Like I wish I could sit around most my day and then when I wanted could run fast enough to make my silhouette blur! DANG IT!
-One of my friends has some pretty mind blowing "slide of hand" tricks.
-I have a friend who opened up a restaurant in New York, yet to be there though. From what I remember though, when he cooked for our family it was pretty amazing.
On a particular night the girl was following her routine slower then usual. Lacking whatever enthusiasm she had left, and as the sun started to sink she didn't follow her usual routine of standing on a straw roof. Instead she sat atop a rock. With her face toward the ground she poked and pushed dirt into shapes with a stick.
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Thoughts of a slightly narcissistic soul.
De TodoA book dedicated to my personal, thoughts, personality quirks, opinions, likes, dislikes. These thoughts, opinions are usually too uninteresting to bring up in a conversation so I'll just be writing them here. Feel free to learn about what goes on i...