Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Friday, May 14, 2010


My fortune cookie read: Prepare yourself for a change of events in your personal life. Naturally, I applied it to my imminent trip to Italy.

Soon enough, however, I received some bad news. I was disillusioned once again. I have expectations. Everyone does, and when they fall through, it hurts. It sears. Though disappointment is frequent and natural, we cannot help but build our hopes up again and again, because we as humans crave happiness. We want to believe things will work out. Sometimes they do, and we cling to these realized dreams. But when they don't work, we must endure painful disillusionment. This has been the topic of my writing for the past year.

Yesterday, I dealt with selfish humans. Who treated me like shit at the scene of an accident. Today, I was disillusioned by the reality that sometimes, relationships don't work. Sometimes two people cannot be together even if they've tried. You know, we build hope in each other. There's this never-ending cycle of climax and resolution. Joy and pain. At this realization, I sat in my car and wept for the human race.

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