Yesterday I told a chicken to cross the road. It said, “what for?”

The trick is patience.

I've been watching (and being) these girls (and boys) around me. My friends and I watched Paper Heart. Another friend sends me a link (we're creepers at heart) of the perfect couple that we "all" wish to be.

I am surrounded in these wishes. The most prominent at this age seems to be love-seekers.

Reflecting on my becoming yourself mention...this is still related.

We'd all love for our story to be changed up, for that "true love" to come a knockin' right now, but we first have to become ourselves. And that other half has to become themselves. And only then will you even fit right. Can you imagine your alleged soul mate and yourself actually not hitting it off right now because you haven't been through the things that are going to make you fit so perfectly together? It takes experience to make a soul mate.

And experience takes time. And time, my friends, takes patience.

Just like with any other goal whose result you'd die to jump to. Take the number one goal on anyone's New Year's Resolution: weight loss. Your will and motivation is going to have to team up with Patience.

For the time being, life's going to, well...suck. But with those things mentioned above...you can do it.

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That being said, the above was actually an unfinished, prewritten blog draft. Since then, I've had pretty much this exact same conversation at least a couple of times, and I refuse to write about it any longer.

Now there's a first.

That being said, I just heard the phrase living vicariously through you again. Story of my life.

I'm pretty tired of doing it, though. Sure, life's boring and scary, but you've got to get the hell outta dodge and make adventures for yourself. And people always talk about how the town they're from sucks...but it's because you're used to it. You've never met all the people in it, though.

But there's always something undiscovered nearby to distract you from whatever your worries are. Just jump in your car (or bike if you're an environmentalist), turn up the tunes, and take the sideroads.

Now, that's Kohlberg's pre-conventional stage.

Realizing that sometimes you have three tests and a sophomore lecture on top of your normal homework to prepare for, even along with the impending snow that could excuse said work and not taking that trip is his conventional stage.

But man. Sometimes realizing that your soul needs that breath of fresh air and you go on and take it anyways and own up to your actions later...I guess that's post-conventional.

Words of encouragement: Get busy living, or get busy dying. Don't make plans to break plans.

Chyeah, that just happened.