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xoMandi, how you light up my life. Well, most people light up my life. Heck, lightbulbs light up my life. Thanks for making me laugh and smile.
And now, I ask everyone to think of everything beautiful and poetic they've ever read or written and then ask yourself the question "is it really worth it to argue about a t-shirt?"
Now, I realize items of clothing can have meaning, but it just seems silly to me. I don't go into fits when my favorite items of clothing are ruined, which some of them have been.
This is coming out wrong, but hmm. It's something to think about. I originally started my fascination with teen angst because I considered myself to be above it, but naturally that's impossible and I've had my dumb moments. This is probably just reflections based on the fact that in general I'm happy now, but what's the use in being sad! There's so much to live for, so much to care about. Yes, bad things happen, and yes it is ok to feel and talk about them, but it's bad to get wrapped up in them. (This actually isn't addressed to anyone.. maybe me, but not really you.) I believe life gets better.
I don't know if I ever mentioned that I thought the incident with my hand was a kharmatic experience. I figured "hey, something bad happened, now something good will happen." Sure enough, something good has happened. Last weekend, along with the special edition DVD of Donnie Darko have switched my beliefs from temporary atheism back to agnosticism. Seems like an odd combination of things to provoke a reevaluation of religion, but eh, life doesn't make sense.
So in conclusion, read more. There's so much to be found in books. And to me, I must get out and experience life rather than simply observe it. (see Charlie and Mark)