-Reminder: Sentences in asterisks are my friend, Patroklos the robot, talking.-
I guess I'll try and make it a goal to update this everyday, but I'll just let you know that I'm not making up any promises, because everyday is . . . well, everyday. It's a lot. So, don't expect much. But do not fear! I will at least try.
Today, I was with a friend, and this friend's name is Noah Hickman. He is a great person, in case any of you didn't know. Ladies, he is the ideal man. Date him.
Now.
He is LITERALLY the funniest person I know. I'm not kidding, either. Plus, he's SUPER deep and completely understanding and trustworthy. AND he's uber talented. It's ridiculous. I don't understand how women aren't falling to his feet all over the place. Because they should be.
Anywho, that's off topic. What I meant to say is that life has lots of strange surprises. Like I said before, I've begun to finally find who the people I really care about are now, the people who I really want to be in my life, the people I want to actually help. I used to be everybody's tool.
*That is lame, master*
It is lame, Patroklos. I was not in the best state at those times.
*For good reasons, too.*
Very much so! Not only am I beginning to find my friends, I'm beginning to find myself. I'm not so sure I want to grow up and be a game designer. In fact, I want to be in a band! THAT IS MY DREAM, MY FRIENDS. If you play drums, call me. Now. I want to draw. I want to do graffiti.
*Illegally or legally, master?*
Still pondering that question, Patroklos. Still pondering. But Noah and I are finally going to start a band, and it's finally happening.
My dreams.
Are becoming reality.
Sort of. But I'm getting there, at least!
Also whilst talking to Noah, we came upon very many deep subjects. Well, deep for mediocre, but not for my brilliant and vast mind.
*Are you talking about yourself, master?*
Yes, Patroklos. Why do you ask?
*You have a 92% chance of being mistaken.*
Shut up, Patroklos. Nobody asked.
*I was just stating facts, master.*
And what does shut up mean?
*To be silenced.*
Exactly, Patroklos. Exactly.
*I don't understand, master.*
Nevermind. I forgot you are a robot and incapable of reading between the lines and EMOTIONS. AND FEELINGS.
-Sniff-
Anyways, I duct-taped Patroklos' mouth shut. So you shouldn't have to worry about him for the remainder of this post.
What Noah and I discovered is everyone has nearly the same problems, though they may differ slightly. Yet there is one thing we have in common with all of our problems; fear. When, in reality, we shouldn't. Sure, a small percentage of the population will judge you, but I'm sure we can all figure out who we can tell our problems to. So many people are willing to listen. The world is a beautiful place, guys.
It really is.
I often stare at the sky and imagine the heavens and the galaxies beyond.
The possibilities are endless.
The future is endless.
The possibilities are endless.
Who knows where I'll end up? I just know that, wherever I end up, I'm going to be the best at what I'm doing and making the best of what is there.
Sometimes you have to force yourself to do things to change.
Like smiling.
Like loving.
Like believing.
It's never too late to change.
*I was able to remove the adhesive, master.*
GOSH DANG IT, PATROKLOS!
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