You know, I can't even spell caffeine without the spellchecker. But then again, I cant spell field, their, successfully, business, and a plethora of other ridiculously simple words without some sort of electronic thingamajiggy anyway. Or without scribbling a thousand variations into my desk to see which one 'looks kinda right'. And I have a cambridge certificate in Advanced English. HAH. I also can't spell a word verbally, bet you didn't know that. I have to write it down. It's so bad its not even funny.
Anyway, being spell-challenged (of the English, not the Muggle variety) aside, I was just thinking...
I've changed a lot since the old days. Some of the ol'pallies have adamantly defended that it's for the better. Age and college have softened me up.
Maybe thats the problem. The messing around with shit. I don't mean to get all deep and meaningful on your asses here, fates forbid that I go all hipster-darkside, but you have to consider the possibilities. What if its like tipping over the wrong domino in a carefully laid out sequence of a bajillion dominos? And instead of neatly tipping that last domino in a little pool of ketchup in your friendly neighbourhood McDonalds, the sequence gets jacked somewhere by the doors?
Not that I don't enjoy being slightly more chilled out, but tightly wound me had shit sorted. She probably wasn't very much liked, but she had shit in line, and being liked was never much of a concern anyway. Still not a concern. Maybe I just miss rules. Not that I followed them most of the time... I was always more a 'do as I say' than a 'do as I do' type leader anyway. Not the best course of action (dad would definitely disapprove) but hell, which one of us actually knew what we were doing at that age?
I wonder if admitting that gives me cosmic paragon points or something...
Maybe I just miss authority. Or responsibility.
I think I miss exceeding expectations with the minimal amount of effort on my part. Or meeting them, at the very least, instead of wondering if I'm flying wahahaaaaay below the radar.
I wonder if admitting that gives me cosmic paragon points or something...
Maybe I just miss authority. Or responsibility.
I think I miss exceeding expectations with the minimal amount of effort on my part. Or meeting them, at the very least, instead of wondering if I'm flying wahahaaaaay below the radar.
I wonder if I tipped over one too many wrong dominos.
I can't spell definitely or disapprove either apparently.
How the hell did I ace those exams.
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