Everyday that I depart for work, I contemplate how, truly, I do not need to be. There simply is no point unless I want the money (which at the moment being completely funded from my parents, I have very little need) or if for some odd reason I felt the need that, serving people helped give back to the community, which would give me a sense of purpose, etc, etc. However, the chances of this...
On Minimalism, and Myself.
agrailforyoutohold: As of late, I’ve been increasingly scared of kitsch. Things normal people might refer to as cute, or homey, are certainly not aesthetically my favorite. However, more terrifying is the fact that, in their presence, I get quite literally uneasy. A lot of things make me uneasy. In fact, I think I go through a fair bit of my life uneasy about something or another - homework,...
This reminds me of my Xanga phase back in middle school. Ah, how childish to post my random thoughts on a blog everyday on the off chance my interest of the time would find me humorous.