I see life like a timeline. People are born into this world, and then they grow big and strong (so to speak). I see children almost everyday and i think about how innocent they are, about how they haven’t done anything to anyone in a negative way to result in my scorn of their existence. Then i see the older ones, the ones that are starting to turn into people, real people, that have guilt, and secrets, and things about them, idiosyncrasies and imperfections they’ll never want anyone to really know about.
I see adults with wedding rings too, a lot of them. I always check for wedding rings. Its funny how getting married and having children is the ultimate pillar of society. We raise our children in a society where that is the end all. I love the idea of children and marriage, i am a hopeless romantic. But there is no glory in these things. A man cannot live forever through the idea of a middle class home, a car payment, children, and a wife that stopped giving him head after they’d been married for a couple years.
The idea of going off to war used to be romantic. Now, everyone freaks out about reusable bags and going green. I swear if i hear one more thing about going green i will stab someone in the mouth. Going green is a facade made up my multi million dollar corporations for you to buy reusable bags so that they can save money on making all those plastic ones.
See, they don’t charge for the plastic bags, the tons of them that they give out for free do cost money though. A sham!
Where is the point in someone’s life where they stop dreaming? Children never talk about wanting to major in this or major in that. Children never talk about wanting to be a CEO of anything, or getting a really solid education.
Children talk about how much they love colors, or how much they love going on field trips, or they talk about how much they love this or that.
Children are generally more excited about things too.
I wish people were more like children, in the nostalgic sense that is.
I tried to think really hard what i wanted to be when i was eight years old.
I was on a plane coming to the States for the first time.
I wanted to be home.
Before that i think i wanted to be a vampire.
I’m going to make sure my children don’t lose sight of their dreams.
I have the best mother and sisters in the world, i am always talking about money, or annual salary, or my educational achievements. They’re always asking me how recording is going.
I’m gonna buy my momma a house one day, a nice big red one.
That’s her favorite color.
Holidays mean scotch and phone calls for me, god bless the scottish for inventing a drink that burns your mouth and makes you wobble when you walk.
What did you want to be when you were eight years old?
What do you want to be now?