I have started to care what people think. This is a problem. I've started to write for other people and act for other people, and in reality, it makes it much worse. Really, I'm a better and more competent person when I am only trying to impress myself. Everyone else shouldn't matter in that way. I've lost my voice, one which used to be fluent and flow freely, and I find myself double checking my word choice constantly. I'm trying to cram too much detail into things that don't matter, and I'm stumbling as I do it. So, I am formally deciding to stop (or at least slow down.) Things will develop naturally as I try a little bit for myself over time. Change isn't overnight.
About those mints we have and consume so voraciously. I like them. I love the wint-o-green. It tastes like a clean and hilly snow-covered field. It's nice. Tastes clean. Kaitlyn gave me a limit of five-per-day. I don't love the pep-o-mint, though; it tastes like a furnace to me. I've never tasted a furnace, but in my ignorant mind, that's what it tastes like. It's a little bitter, too, whereas the wint-o-green is sweet and sugary. Both are a soft chemical white color.
There is a big difference between the two, and one of the worst things in life is a taste-surprise. Other types of surprises are okay, like surprise parties and surprise promotions, but when something doesn't taste like what you've prepared your tongue for, it's not a good surprise. It's horrible-- a travesty, especially when the difference between expectation and reality is so extreme. It's like being punched in the diaphragm when you're expecting a high five or something. Just like that.
On a completely unrelated note:
Dan, you've truly been my mentor because I've ended up just like you.
7 comments:
"tastes like a furnace." Nice simile.
I'm glad I could be your mentor, but I'm not sure it's a good thing to be like me.
But Dan, you're perfect. Why wouldn't we want to be like you? I know you're my idol/hero...
Hey! Dan was my hero first. I had dibs on him. You can't have him. So there. :p
Um, I'm not sure you can call dibs on people. Dan's not an object, you know. He's a person. With feelings. Now don't you feel bad?
CRYSTAL, GO TO BED.
You know, you're really lucky that this blog does't show what time you posted something.
I'm going to beat you tonight, and I'll have a shiny sticker, and you won't.
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