randong 3: the return of the king
for a minute there, i lost myself. it's getting too heavy with all of these depressive narratives. let's inject some lightheartedness. i'm giving myself another hour...
belated
it was indeed my birthday yesterday. woah big surprise. yeah no, i despise the concept of celebrating a day just because a year has passed. legally it matters because it gets to a point where your rights and privileges in the eyes of the law change. not that it matters. what really to me is that my peace was kept. albeit unsuccessfully so, because a crapton of people still managed to get a hold of why the date mattered yesterday. i fucking hate the attention. but be it as it may, there was one birthday greeting that mattered to me. it was from someone whom i sincerely loved, and no she isn't family, no she isn't an ex. she's someone whom i just deeply cared about... back when i still had the capacity to do so. she's just one of those integral people that if there were to be a hall of fame of people that touched my life, her face would be carved onto the side of a mountain. a lot of who i am now, i owe to her, and really i couldn't imagine what kind of person i would be had our paths not crossed. and her message read: "happy birthday!!!! *heart emoji* i love you"
living like a game of the sims
i really can't relate to people who aren't using all of this free time during the lockdown to better themselves. in the same manner that kobe didn't understood lazy people, i don't understand unproductive people during the lockdown. perhaps i just go the extra mile of planning out of my days and seeing to it that i follow through with self-development activities such as working out, practicing music, learning about something. this works swimmingly for me because i fancy myself a frustrated renaissance man and i know i'm wayyyy past the age of developing a virtuosity that the most i can be is just a dude who's decent at a lot of things. and that's my best case scenario - being decent.
clubless cretin
i'm never gonna be a member of the 27 club. i missed the boat in 2019. despite having a legitimate reason for snuffing myself, somehow i managed to get through the year. and now that there's a pandemic that ought to kill me, i'm still staying alive. ugh ugh ugh ugh staying alive. but you know what? it isn't all that bad. i still look forward to my favorite hole in the wall tacos, i still look forward to running irresponsibly fast on the highway, and i still look forward to serving the country in the most reasonable way i could. i can't die yet. there are still people out there that has yet to see me hit my peak.
no shave quarantine
i'm growing my facial hair during the lockdown. usually i'd shave it off after a couple of days. it annoys the shit out of me. and really because i can't grow an aesthetically pleasing mustache, soul patch or goatee. i can afford to be ugly as fuck during the lockdown. i'm not doing any online meetings or video calls. and really, it's just one of those things where i like pushing myself to the limit. even if it means looking like a fool in the end. because why not? we live our daily lives safely within the boundaries of reason, why not nudge it a bit outwards to give yourself a little more room to move around.
belated
it was indeed my birthday yesterday. woah big surprise. yeah no, i despise the concept of celebrating a day just because a year has passed. legally it matters because it gets to a point where your rights and privileges in the eyes of the law change. not that it matters. what really to me is that my peace was kept. albeit unsuccessfully so, because a crapton of people still managed to get a hold of why the date mattered yesterday. i fucking hate the attention. but be it as it may, there was one birthday greeting that mattered to me. it was from someone whom i sincerely loved, and no she isn't family, no she isn't an ex. she's someone whom i just deeply cared about... back when i still had the capacity to do so. she's just one of those integral people that if there were to be a hall of fame of people that touched my life, her face would be carved onto the side of a mountain. a lot of who i am now, i owe to her, and really i couldn't imagine what kind of person i would be had our paths not crossed. and her message read: "happy birthday!!!! *heart emoji* i love you"
living like a game of the sims
i really can't relate to people who aren't using all of this free time during the lockdown to better themselves. in the same manner that kobe didn't understood lazy people, i don't understand unproductive people during the lockdown. perhaps i just go the extra mile of planning out of my days and seeing to it that i follow through with self-development activities such as working out, practicing music, learning about something. this works swimmingly for me because i fancy myself a frustrated renaissance man and i know i'm wayyyy past the age of developing a virtuosity that the most i can be is just a dude who's decent at a lot of things. and that's my best case scenario - being decent.
clubless cretin
i'm never gonna be a member of the 27 club. i missed the boat in 2019. despite having a legitimate reason for snuffing myself, somehow i managed to get through the year. and now that there's a pandemic that ought to kill me, i'm still staying alive. ugh ugh ugh ugh staying alive. but you know what? it isn't all that bad. i still look forward to my favorite hole in the wall tacos, i still look forward to running irresponsibly fast on the highway, and i still look forward to serving the country in the most reasonable way i could. i can't die yet. there are still people out there that has yet to see me hit my peak.
no shave quarantine
i'm growing my facial hair during the lockdown. usually i'd shave it off after a couple of days. it annoys the shit out of me. and really because i can't grow an aesthetically pleasing mustache, soul patch or goatee. i can afford to be ugly as fuck during the lockdown. i'm not doing any online meetings or video calls. and really, it's just one of those things where i like pushing myself to the limit. even if it means looking like a fool in the end. because why not? we live our daily lives safely within the boundaries of reason, why not nudge it a bit outwards to give yourself a little more room to move around.
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