It’s a warm feeling and I just want to be just as kind back to the world.
I’ve developed a particular liking towards artistically driven, emotionally unstable, conflicted and ill-humored anti-heroes. Like they appeal to a part of me that although doesn’t level with their brand of character, continually struggles to understand what possibly raises the oddities of habit to the surface. I’m always looking to dig for a good reason as to how and why they regress or throw a fit or think in so distant perspectives. I’m not seeking justification. Just a cause. A little green light that signaled their slight turn towards a personality disorder. I mean, we’ve all lived such mapped and common childhoods, it’s interesting to notice that twitch when there is one that alters the course of the rest of a person’s life.
I just ran out of things to do. Really. I’m just sitting here and realized that. My Tarantino movies haven’t finished downloading, I don’t have money to be going anywhere (and I still owe my mom, my brother and my sister and here’s to hoping they forget), all my books are in Manila, the camera’s with my sister, I’m done with every single season of Friends, HIMYM and Community. As for goals, technically I’m done with the dentist, the seamstress, the bank, the hair salon, the driving lessons, cooking lessons, document requests and every other errand. Summer 2011 is officially dying out. In a gradually anticlimactic way.
I suppose I could hold a marathon of Ocean’s 11, 12 and 13. And I do have to go to school tomorrow to pick up my papers. And I should really push my brother to get the guitar fixed. And I should get my Dad a birthday present. And I should be writing my two essays.
Scratch that, I do have a lot of things to do.