You know, I have such a hard time with patience in my life. I have harped on the immediate gratification thing in the past, so I won't delve into that again. I have noticed that I have to watch my actions a little bit more lately. I want to fall back into an old pattern of codependency. I guess it's like any other addiction. It never really goes away, I just have to maintain it.
I have noticed a pattern that triggers these feelings and I start questioning whether I need to keep myself away from these triggers. But doing so, comes at a great consequence. Such mystery in my life is extremely overrated. What the hell does that last sentence mean? I'm not 100% sure. But once I figure it out, you'll be the first to know.
BRAINS...
Seriously, are zombies really that bad? There has to be some lovable aspect to a zombie. They'll love you until the end of time. Well, not true. They'll love your brain until the end of time. And by end of time, I really mean by the end of when they are finished eating your brain and move on to the next brain.
Tangent = (noun) a straight line or plane that touches a curve or curved surface at a point, but if extended does not cross it at that point.
When I was a kid, I loved to play with fire. Perhaps you didn't hear me... I LOVED to play with fire. I was an arsonist in the worst way. (Ashley, if you're reading this, then learn from my mistakes and DO NOT REPEAT my idiotic actions in life) Okay, back to my story. So I loved setting things on fire. I had this closet with laminate flooring in my room as a child. I would close myself into the closet with the lights turned off. I would set army men on fire and watch the plastic drip flames onto the tile. As the burning plastic would drip, the flame would extinguish and make this cool sound. I was stupid in the worst way. Anyway, that is just one of the smaller fire stories in my childhood. I loved playing with fire.
Some things never change.
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