Priorities priorities priorities. Mine. are. everywhere. Changing at every whim or fancy; as variable as my hormone driven, not to mention completely unstable mood swings. They rely way too much on the forever changing circumstances of my life, kind of like the sky (get it? foreverchangingskies? LOL. okay. stop being lame). Say I felt extra lonely, then my fears of becoming a sad, old lady, alone in some retirement home take over. As ridiculous and silly as it is, my priority becomes "go talk to boys. need boyfriend. fall in love NOW." Bahhah. Or another day it could be "studystudystudy. get job. live long and prosper. (star trek quote) because no study = fail VCE = failure at life." No, I know that's nowhere near the truth, but sometimes, my irrational asian brain takes over. And on better days it's 'make people smile. be kind. look out for people who need a friend. help people."
So yes. It's far too iffy. I need to be grounded, to focus and have a purpose. Write a priority list. Uh. How do I go about this?
i can't think of anything.this is silly. pointless. blah. gah. idgjspogsopdgsopdgsdkgf
Okay. I think my mind is to exhausted to conjure up anything even minutely reasonably meaningful. Lol. Let's stick with trying to follow this goal.
I want to significantly change someone's (or multiple people's if possible) life/lives. (For the better, clearly. I think that goes without saying. But just to clarify, yeah I meant for the better. durh.)
This will involve... Being kind, friendly, generous, thoughtful, considerate to everybody. :D No I am not turning myself into someone I'm not, thankyouverymuch, I am merely trying to bring out the best in me. Besides, I like myself much better when I'm nice to people. So doesn't that mean that that's when I'm more me?
Right. This just became one of those posts that make no sense whatsoever. Like when you splat an egg on the floor and it's a mess of broken eggshells, runny yolk and gooey eggwhite.
Oh and I learnt how to speak in tongues. It's interesting how I wasn't sleep deprived and it wasn't one of those days when my blood is pumping faster and I'm more daring than usual. I was completely aware of what I was doing. And oddly enough, I didn't care what people thought. It just felt like the right thing to do at that moment.
Sounding slightly crazed,
Me.
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