Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Reblogged from Manmade Catastrophe.
Benefit of the Doubt
When I meet someone new, I usually assume they are a terrible person and I expect them to win me over with charm, humor, or some service they can provide. I have to “columns” that I separate people in to, everyone starts out in the “bad column” and works their way over in to the “good column.” I know that is terrible, but it’s how I operate. It’s not a good way to operate.
People always say that I should, “Give people the benefit of the doubt” and I think I finally understand what people mean when they say it. I just recently realized how much of a bummer it is when people assume terrible things about me because they heard something from someone. From now on, instead of sorting people into the “bad column” I will immediately put them in the good one.
Assumptions (Judgments)
I have been getting in this terrible habit of meeting new people and then assuming that they will be a certain type of person or that they will act in a certain way. It has not faired well for me so far; I will be ending this filthy way of thinking.
Weird Places.
I am in a weird place.
I think I have always been in weird places but
I am only noticing now that
I am in a weird place
I am in love
I am in hate
I am in and out and in and out
I am everything I should and should not be
That’s What You Are
I wrote this about a month ago. Anyone who knows me could guess who this is about.
I’ll play and sing a melody
If you sing a harmony
And you sing better than me
Because that’s what you are
Your smile is so inviting
For your eyes, it’s worth dying
You’re perfect without trying
I feel like I’m reaching for the stars
I know I shouldn’t be mad
I shouldn’t be sad
I should be glad
I have you in a simple way
But I fear that’s how it will stay
