Adaptation is a profound process--means you figure out how to thrive in the world.

There is nothing more relaxing in this world than taking a piss. Sitting or standing. Inside or out. You all know what I’m talking about.

It’s the process of going from uncomfortable, back to comfortable for a while.

And I know a lot of people who seem uncomfortable at this moment. Seriously, go take a piss.

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Have you ever thought about how quickly you blink? I mean, really thought about it?

Or even how you can control it...when you force yourself to blink, and you can make the time your eyelids meet last longer. Some would call it closing your eyes, but I wouldn't.

I am not high, no, I’m just rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. Worldly drugs of any sort will never affect my mind. I cannot explain why. Anything that you do that makes you feel (ironically) out of this world, I will not enjoy. Because I cannot enjoy.

I enjoy nothing.

I don’t even enjoy the pills that are meant to counteract that. But then again, I should probably take them with water instead of saliva.

That’s the difference between you and I. Not how we take our medication. But that you all can feel something. I can’t.

You are what you love. Not what loves you.

Which reminds me...my world views and opinions and values, they constantly change, as do yours at some point or another. I used to be totally against getting tattoos. But I moved from that to this: never would I ever want to draw something on my body that I wouldn't be able to love for forever (another friend has put it in a lovely way that I also can't help but to agree with: something along the lines of it being a symbol of something you once loved). That's why everyone says it's a curse to put your partner's name on you. They say they get into arguments because they would get their kids', and not their wife's name. 

I think that's stupid.

You can hate your kid.

But regardless of even the means of forever, what on this planet do I enjoy, if you will, enough to have it inked into my skin until I'm wrinkly and stiff? (If I make it that far.)

Like I already told you. I enjoy nothing.

And there isn't anything in this world I care enough about to become its billboard.

 

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The other difference between you and I, aside from the crazy way gravity can tug you away from your mind and the fact that I will never be allowed to escape, and yes, perhaps even our pill-taking methods, is that you and I will be compared for every difference we share. 

Think about this for a moment: Everything is beautiful.

And now perhaps this: Everything is beautiful until it is compared to something else.

For then, it might be more beautiful if compared to something less so. Or perhaps it is now ugly, for it is only the shadow for that which stands under the spotlight.

So honey, oh insecure world, the next time you're feeling down and out, just remember, you're beautiful, man. And you better pay off the curtain boy to pull the credits before that ordinary 10 walks out. 

Mmm, think of this:

We are all either ordinary or extraordinary. And sometimes other people get the two mixed up. Because what they're calling extraordinary is really...really rather extra ordinary.

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Apologies for my absence.