Life in tabs

It takes a lot of free wine to reveal the barbarically hilarious self. It also take a lot of pre thought into what kind of barbaric self you are going to enact this time. Truly method.

Because if all it took to know someone instantly was to get them drunk, the tragic mess would be non comparable. But I must add, wine does bring out an artistic alter ego. Classy barbaric hilarious self. And film school does a fine job of providing the wine.

Onions on a pizza suck. But what sucks more is wishing hard the onions didn’t appear on the pizza and they somehow still turn up. Guess being specific about what you want and then hoping hard doesn’t always work.

But when they’re handed to you, all you can do is enjoy the cheese, chew the onions down and process them. And fill out a very nasty feedback card.

The whole working with passion and following your dream theory must come with a guide book outlining when to stop. Especially when shit happens.

The question to be asked is “I could try harder. But is it worth it?”.

University is mostly about projects and grades. You start one, procrastinate and finally finish it in time. Mostly it turns out to be crappy and yet we defend it with all we’ve got to make sure the grades aren’t as crappy.

By the end of it all we forget about the tiny or massive hiccups and roadblocks we face while working on the project. Sometimes these roadblocks take as long as a year to pass through. But when you make the slightest progress, the satisfaction is almost as great as the final grade.

Almost as great.

Impulses are crazy. Being impulsive is crazy. Momentary thought put into action and one rule to follow; no retrospect.

Everyone deserves to get crazy. Heck, that’s what makes life quite fun, even if momentarily.

But there’s one tiny flaw. The mind knows no rules.

Animals, once put under a roof, cannot live in the wild again. A street cat that sleeps on a couch will not readjust to the dumpster. Even if it was temporary. Maybe that’s how much happiness in the form of comfort matters to them. Happiness in any form, once gone brings numbness. And if this hold true in the animal kingdom, it very well applies to anything that breathes. So don’t provide comfort if it is meant to be temporary, because going back to the dumpster is usually a bitch.