the hills are alive. they are here. someone stop them
First world problems
Ha. This always will be a thing.
I think one of the worst things that plagues humans is the blinding inability to see their own value, and what makes them worthwhile.
People tend to see how other people are valuable, and what they can offer the world, but when it comes to looking inward, there is this block, where people find themselves unable to internalize what is clear to everyone else.
I have yet to meet someone who is worthless and has nothing to offer to this world.
Not a one.
There’s a guy I’ve seen on the subway before, and he’s always writing stuff down.
I may have had a glance today, and was just so confused by the various topics and randomness of his notes.
I want to know about this man, and what he’s writing.
He’s a big man - wayy bigger than I am. I mean, he’s super broad, but a hefty gent also. As a side advantage, he’s wayyyy too big for a third person to sit between us, so, win for me.
I have no clue. He sits there and is taking notes or jotting down random things. I mean, they’re random to me, anyway.
He seems to be so deep in thought, and it makes me just want to ask him what the hell he’s so damn busy doing.
But I won’t, because that’s not cool.
He also has GREAT handwriting. My handwriting is weak at a desk, and this guy is on the train and may as well be a calligrapher.
This is a school bus, apparently.
We found this to be hysterical.
Like, I get it. You drive people to and from school.
But there’s a freaking sign on the top.
I don’t know.
Cold? Check out a book! You’ll still be cold, but you’ll have a book
Once you gossip or say something negative about someone, it’s just kinda out there, and can’t be unsaid or completely undone.
(This thought isn’t really connected to anything in particular, but it’s something that’s been on my mind.)
Why do I constantly find myself reading long articles, only to realize that I have zero interest in what I’m reading? I wonder why I start those articles to begin with.
This is why I don’t lend books out. I need the same number of words when I get it back.
I crack myself up.
Tumblr hasn’t been doing it for me for a while.
Not sure how much longer the experiment will keep going.
Maybe it’s time to shut her down.
Some idiot won’t stop saying Thanksgivukkah, and it’s making me very annoyed.
It’s not funny. I mean, hyuk it up, but I’m not laughing.
Chag sameach, and all that.