There are two kinds of people in this world: the kind of people that kick the seat at a movie theater and the kind that don't.
Just got back from watching "Oz: The Great and Powerful", which was crazy pretty, and remembered I haven't updated this thing in a while. Probably because my world has finally fallen back into a rhythm. Wake, work, sleep, repeat. There's so much comfort in consistency but I know it's only a matter of time before I get restless again.
But that is a problem that can be dealt with when it comes. For now, the house is slowly being put back in order. Fences are being built, plants are being planted. I'm enjoying landscaping far more than I expected. It's the upkeep that concerns me. But, see, these are the kinds of problems I've been looking for: problems that aren't really problems, just things to deal with.
Part of me thinks I don't deserve to live someplace so nice. Part of me thinks I deserve a second story. I know one thing for sure, I feel a lot more complete here than I ever did in the city. I will always keep trying to like people but, honestly, they're the worst. Seatkickers. I mean, really. How is that even something I need to address? How is it that people aren't born with the impulse to not be awful? Still, if it's true that there are seatkickers and non-seatkickers, then it makes sense for the non-seatkickers to put the seatkickers in their place. Don't be angry, just tell people when they're being idiots. That's how you live a full life.
Sure, some things are missing. There's two rooms that have no furniture. I'm down to two forks (where the hell do they go?!). The fridge is mostly juice and pizza. Just the sort of things that are inherent to the bachelor lifestyle...that I am monumentally sick of living. There is someone I'm interested in but I'm getting no reciprocation. At the moment, I'm just trying to enjoy being nice to someone cute on a daily basis.
...you know, I feel like I've lost the thread here somewhere. Narrative cohesion. Something that would be nice not only in a blog but in, you know. life, too.
In the words of Hunter S. Thompson: "No. Calm down. Learn to enjoy losing."