LIFE IS GIVING APPLES, SO I'M MAKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF THEM.
You probably have horseback rides, or lazy days just sitting on your ass playing computer games or gleefully playing hide and seek with friends as your childhood memories. Mine includes weeping like a maniac while cleaning the house. If I clean a part of it there’s always another part that needs cleaning and another. I weep because I realized I don’t have enough time and energy to clean everything. To change. If I can’t change this house how can I fucking change the world. I’m obsessive compulsive. Hence the insatiable urge to organize everything. But thank God, reaching your 30s makes you a little indifferent. I know you’ll disagree. But you’ll get weary growing up. Your experience will give room for self preservation. You’ll learn to care less, or better put, you’ll learn to choose what to care. Was it in the film Savages? You don’t change the world, it changes you.
I love adventures. I love seeing new places. I used to think that I love trying new things until one fateful afternoon when I refused to eat another weird street food and the Chinese girlfriend, on the zenith of tears and frustration said “That’s it. I am done. You don’t like trying new things. That’s the last time I will let you try eating blah blah blah” It’s kind of unfair when she said that because she was generalizing. I insinuated that my refusal in trying “new things” is supposed to be “new food” but then I shut my mouth. Girls don’t listen when they’re not in the mood to. Maybe, I am generalizing too.