Mistake #14: Weddings

"One should always be in love; that is the reason one should never marry."
-Oscar Wilde

It's a room packed full of blood and future relatives. All gathering for that moment. That moment when a man and women outfitted in fanciful formal attire are locked in a trance with each other. They wait patiently to spend the rest of their lives together. It only take two words. Two words to seal a milestone for a hopeful romance. End result: she said yes. Suckers.

You see with all of the glamour and tears to follow people think this is a great occasion demanding a celebration of family proportions. They are delusionally mislead. These events require you to be around your distant relatives. So distant that they only show up for weddings and funerals. The nerve they have. Of course you can't forget about all of the tension building up. Holy Jesus on the cross is that an understatement. Everyone is just waiting for that elephant in the room to be brought up in order to surface all of the suppressed anger and resentment we all have for one another. Joyous.

One also can't forget the god-awful amounts of planning that go into this. By planning I mean women take the control and mean pick things up and put them down. A disclaimer was bestowed upon them that their lives were at stake. Not kidding. Those are the most gruesome of gruesomest of deaths. <---True Story Bro.

These weddings are just a celebration of two people who want to spend the rest of their lives together. All this money spent to just say "I do". I do what? I do promise to agree to a pre-nup? Kids? Mortgage? Sounds like I do is a prison sentence.

Okay okay I'm done with the charade now. Pardon the language. I fuckin love weddings. All that jibberish I mentioned before is just my inner cynic. Who knows? I might be shedding that calloused skin I've known for too long. Wrong tangent here. Weddings are the best. Free food, free booze, free dancing, and free hearts. You get to watch people take the plunge and profess their most passionate feelings for each other. You can't beat that courage. They deserve a Medal of Honor for that. Word.

I actually love seeing all those random relatives. Awkward conversations are always best at weddings. Boom easy topic of discussion. Did I mention the free booze by the way? Don't worry I kept my cool, but I enjoyed the hell out of a free bar.

As jaded as I am from past flames, I still hope for a beautiful dame that I honestly won't deserve. But let the future take it's course. I want to deserve that moment.

Oscar Wilde. As much as I fawn over your inspirational writing, you're are one mistaken individual. Go on roll in your grave. Reverend don't care. Love didn't treat you right. You can be in love and not marry, true story. Marriage is the age old tradition of the final level of commitment before an unforgettable journey.

So all of you dreamers and lovers out there: join your wants and needs and settle for greatness and passion. Settle for the life you want instead of the one people think you want. Love on, Live on, Dream on.

Peace and blessins,
-Rev.

Mistake #13: Sleeping on Sleeping

It's 4:30 in the mornin. I should be snorin, but that would get kind of borin. So now I'm writing this blog about being Mormon.

Okay just joshing about that last line. However, I am awake at 4:30 in the AM. It's not weird for Wednesdays seeing as how I work at 5AM. You see you can probably tell from my little diddy above that I indeed all nighted yesterday.

This isn't my typical all-nighter. I'm usually strung out on caffeine or I'm fighting my eyelids gallantly to stay awake. I'm wide awake right now. Peepers open and ready for seeing. Brain is all go for today's survival. Also my heart is palpitating somewhat normally so I'll take that as a win. I'm completely proud of myself for being alive, yet productive...hint: I'm writing this blog with my mind at ease.

Usually people(me) start using this time to deeply think why they aren't sleeping. Or all the failures they've had that led to this lack of sleep. That's not me today. I'm happy I'm awake. I got things done. So there, take that society. I just contributed and will now have meaning in my day. Didn't expect that now did you? You bloody wanka.

This is not some critical tirade of how I'm ultimately superior to those not being awake right now. I usually am. I guess I've thought of myself as some sort of model of productivity to look up to since I work this early then go to school. Nope moving at there. I'm not saying I'm a changed man now, but I am thinking differently a little bit.

The whole different thinking taking place here is my being "nice" now. In my posts a while ago I rambled about how being an asshole is okay and not okay. You know, use in moderation or no one will like you kind of thing. Nice is nice. It's affecting my mood. I'm filtering myself better. A LOT better. I want to do things for people. I want to think of them first. I believe for some unbeknownst reason that people like other people who think this way. What kind of self-glorified scholar uses the word 'unbeknownst' anyways? Pretentious much.

I'm not deleterious yet...I don't think. But seriously, Nice really does feel nice. I feel like if Hitler or John Wilkes Boothe were nice more often that not as many people would hate them. I don't care who you are or what power trip you're on. Being hated is depressing. Being liked is fulfilling. Of course use that in moderation as well.. With the repetitive use of moderation you should probably expect a future soon-to-be post about it. And dagnabbit won't it be good.

Coffee cabana is calling my name. I like it. I feel needed. Don't worry I'll get over the whole being liked thing. Don't get me wrong though, I probably won't. I don't like Hitler so I will be nice and liked more often now. Reasonable logic right?

I'll take more precautions(DON'T PROCRASTINATE) from now on to avoid the sleeping on sleeping. Bless your days with niceness.

Two days and counting without being and asshole. God help me and those I encounter today. It shall get weird.

Jet Setting,
Deprivation is only the first step. Next comes the fun. Peace!

Mistake #12: A Wise Man's Ass

It's a bright sunny day in the wonderful, yet ignorant world of a beautiful child. They don't know anything bad, only bliss. There's a cute little girl from Ms. Furnish's 1st grade class playing near the monkey bars. She's leaning next to a pole by herself just looking up at the clouds as the hands of free time tick away until the soon to be coveted nap time announces it's presence. She just stands there watching some of the other kids play four square on the blacktop, holding on to that glimpse of hope that one of them will call her over to play. Then, of course, another handsome little lad wanders her way. As he approaches, thoughts race around this young girls brain. There's a Daytona 500 in full effect in there. "Why's he coming over here? Why do I care that he's coming over here? I want to know what he wants to know about me? I hope he likes flowers and pink." Thoughts are at 200 mph with no signs of slowing. "Do I smell? Do I smell good? Oh gosh he's getting closer. Stop talking in your head. He's here. Now, words. You know some. Initiate voice box for lift off...and action." The boy arrives all in his pre-pre-pre pubescent glory. He swoops up. Inches near. A wide grin reaches across her face. And then without a moment's hesitation...THUD! A swift kick to the shin results in a bruised fibula and a broken heart from an early age. This seems like the beginning of a damaged girl.Woes you can only expect. But...this story is about that boy. That's me. I'm that asshole.

I know I know, you were all caught up in the moment with the little girl and her hopes of having friends, her first crush, and her first shot at happiness. I'm sorry, well not really, but it's about time someone focused on the asshole. The unfiltered, unadulterated, uncoordinated, unconventional. unequivocal, unbelievable asshole. That is me now. Present Kyle.  I have noticed trends in my life that lead me to firmly believe that I am the utmost of assholes. I bleed apathy through and through.

Now hopefully I haven't lost you here. The previous posts that you've read have revealed me me to be an optimistic, profound, free-thinker. I have and always will be that way. Just because I think doesn't mean that I don't think honest, some call them mean, things. There just comes a point in every man, woman, and man-woman's life that they come to the realization that they are the world's most ruthless asshole aside from Kim Jong-Il. The realization plants its roots at such an early age that if we caught it early enough we would have a world full of more honest people. Again my version of honesty has been interpreted by many of my peers as assholery. Honestly, no fucks are given in that realm of giving a fuck.

You see...present Kyle is far from pre-present Kyle in the area of sympathy towards others' feelings and problems. I used to be a romantic, considerate, and completely naive human being. Those are all nice traits to have, but scars change a person. Not necessarily the look of them, but more so the moments that led to those permanent scars. I evolved into this walking cynic I am today in the blink of an eye. I don't regret it.

Anyways, this isn't a discussion about my personal life. This is more of a talk about how it's okay to be that asshole, and of course how it's not. Real life tip #1: You can't be a push over. You will not survive. You will just become a conversation starter when your superiors are guffawing over your inadequacies while sipping mai-thais at hotel bar. In this instance it's okay to be an asshole. Really it just means to stand up for yourself, or people will trample over you in their $300 loafers. That's the mentality I've come to learn quite easily. Blame an ignorant tyrant of a boss and an ex-girlfriend/former first love, yeah you get the idea. You will become all the wiser as you learn about moments in life where you should have stood up and let your voice be heard, and it will be heard. You'll also learn about the times where you should sit back and listen. You will learn the latter through mistakes. It's a form of success in a way. You see this blog is starting to make sense. Kudos it only took me twelve posts to do so!

After one's bout of asshole adventures and such, you start to reconnect with the romanticism and compassion your morals and beliefs were originally based on. By all means am I not saying that this is a simple endeavor. It'll be tough as nails. You'll probably cry a few times. Readjust all of your beliefs while still searching for a viable career to suit your love of life. It's a process. Processes take time. Just like waiting on the microwave to finish. But don't worry you will end up with your "fully cooked" packaged product.

Some final thoughts: Don't Be An Asshole! It's gross and is never clean. Don't be that person.

Stay fresh. Stay clean. Repeat.

There's an asshole among us.

Mistake #11: Putting Pen to Paper

Click. Click. Click.Your thumb practices physics as it dances with the end of a ball point pen. Your mighty scepter, as some call it, bridging the thoughts and inklings in your brain to the empty canvas of lined paper, or  computer screen in today's age. The most powerful tool that has served society for centuries. The tool that recorded events and speeches for so long. These thoughts flood your mind like monsoon season as you hold the reluctant scepter. Click. Click. Click. "Why can't the words just appear?" You repeat to yourself over and over. "Where's this magical word tree located that all the literary gods before me have harvested their legendary works from?" You begin this philosophical approach to all of life's problems and future one's that you assume will soon follow if you aren't able to guide your sturdy scepter along the vast, undiscovered  sheet of paper that you have willingly and voluntarily sat in front of. Your fault. You did it. You sat in front of it, and have taken the responsibility that comes along with it. Your mistake is your problem. Deal with it, or just gouge your eyes out with said scepter, since that's the only purpose it will serve since you're not writing with it. Let the stress flush through your body while you tense up with every passing heart beat. Scared yet? I bet you regret learning how to write now, huh?

Welcome to the mistake of penning thoughts and dreams on to paper. It sucks something awful. Sucks something so putrid you wish you didn't have have a nose. Now that you've done that you can't stop. You have to keep writing those thoughts because you keep forming new ones constantly. "Damn brain, why you work so well?" Now you've reached a point where you feel almost obligated to continue this endeavor. Albeit, it's not an endeavor built on excitement or hope for a gain of knowledge and insight. It's more or less an endeavor of surviving. Not much success going on when you can barely keep your head above water am I right? Wielding these tools of mass construction weighs an abundance of pressure on one's shoulders. You probably know how Atlas feels now. You guys know...the titan who was condemned to an eternity of earth lifting for opposing Zeus. Yeah...think before you try to overthrow a THE Greek God of Everything.

Anyways, with all of this stress mounted on your bones, there's one mindset you have to keep in mind to maintain your sanity: They are just words. Probably the hardest of beliefs to accept as true at an age where words are your career and life for that matter.Whether they are the shittiest of words or the most eloquent of words, they are still a combination of letters with a purpose to describe what one feels about something. A little precocious if you ask me. When faced with this dilemma of words clotting up your pen just give it a little shake and unleash what you really wanna say. If your paper is filled with words that you approve of then kudos to you. If they're complete garbage and deserve to be mangled and reformed in to something meaningful then so be it. Thank the man above that erasers and the backspace key were invented. Had they not...well, that's a whole other blog post right there. Let's not dwell on the unknown.

Life may not come with an eraser or backspace key, but it's a good thing that it's equipped with a pen capable of creating more chapters worth reading. No matter the chapters one encounters, the story doesn't end until you say so. So have a say. Make it LOUD. HEARD. READ. Do what you can to make that mistake of putting pen to paper worth reading. People may enjoy reading about various conflicts, but they love the hell out of reading a great ending. So live your own ending.

This situation is one of the only where a sequel is not frowned upon. I repeat: Do not make bloody sequels to movies that serve no purpose to better humanity. Case in point Transformers should not have even made it to a franchise. Just saying.

Meanwhile on the blog of mistakes. I've stated my peace about stresses, fears, loathings, and optimisms of inking your feelings on paper. So do something worth writing about. Actually write it. Maybe it'll be so scandalous people will pay you to write more. But hell who am I kidding? I'm only a college kid who dreams of succeeding by unleashing my mistakes on the world.

Pens wielded: check. Blank, promising canvas: check. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Prosperity is only a click away.

Till tomorrow's tomorrow,

Six Pens None the Richer.

Mistake #10: Experience

"Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes." -Oscar Wilde

The above quote is true. It's not true because I told you. Or because a book tells you. Or even if Albert Einstein's dead corpse told it to you. It is true because it is repetition. And if something happens repeatedly then it's true right? Don't answer that question. It's rhetorical. Don't waste your time thinking about me asking you the question as I type this prolonged, probably mistake-filled sentence that you won't stop reading until there is a period which I probably will add eventually, wait for it, okay there it is.
       
That was completely unnecessary, except for everything that preceded that rant about rhetorical questions. The main point that I'm getting at for this post is how horrible of a mistake it is to have experience. Oscar Wilde said it himself. Our experience is a title given to our mistakes. No one wakes up and blurts out "Hell I'm gonna make some mistakes today, and I'm proud. World get ready!" Hell no is right. That's a scary mixture of Elle Wood's determination and Paris Hilton's lack of common sense. (BTW Paris you're welcome for the shout out). Why should we experience things? Why should we strap on our clean boots just to muddy them all up? Again rhetorical, only because I have the answer.

The answer is simple. Your clean boots get dirty just so you know how to get/keep them clean again. Just like everyone before you has done as well as the people that will come after you. It's the same thing with life you sad sap suckers. The only way you know how to most things is by how not to do them. Whether it's passed down advice or trial and error, mistakes fill our days. That's the whole purpose for this blasted blog. I'm done explaining myself, however. I don't owe anyone an explanation for my thoughts, I hand them out because they are free and valuable. Like your life. Enjoy it dammit!

With all of this jabbing about mistakes and experience, one(you) must determine when to leave something a mistake a mistake, or decide that the mistake deserves your attention, time, and effort. Leaving something as a mistake can make your days tiresome and frustrating. There's a reason for that. Reason being that you people are absurdly empathic. You care too much about too little. When you forget to get that oil change or study or respond to a friend, those are mistakes. You dwell too long on these and they cloud your mind, restricting air flow inadvertently causing you to die. Done life over. The formula to leave these as mistakes is simple. Do the opposite and your life will be more exciting. The opposite is described as apathy. Ah APATHY, you're capitalized because you are so important. Apathy is characterized by the absence of emotion. The less you care the less you hurt. Others around you may suffer, but you must realize the one's that are worth the hurt. Because they truly know you're capable of empathy given the appropriate situations. You'll learn this from a lot of my writing. Apathy isn't a crutch, it's a vice. It gets me through my days and helps me sleep at night. I wake up with it and share it with others. I'm very realistic in that I don't care about things that don't need to be cared about. Like people who cry over spilled coffee. It's just coffee you cretins. There's always more. It's on its way. Chill out. Take a few minutes. Read my other blog posts. Boom coffee is ready. You go on your merry way in hopes your day doesn't swallow you whole. God bless your heart you self-indulgent sycophants. Whew. Second rant done. Now lets continue...

As you can can tell sometimes too much apathy can lead to empathy in a roundabout way. Mistakes are mistakes. You learn from them or you don't. Issue done and over with. Now learning from mistakes, with all experiences considering, is a much more challenging task. You actually have to put forth effort...You know that thing that takes so much will power that you procrastinate the procrastination process of attempting effort. This is the make or break point. Because once you commit at all to learning you're either going to fail or pass. And truth be told I can't tell you how to learn from those mistakes. All I can say is learn the most helpful way that you can. If you fail, you fail. No worries. You try the opposite and see if it works, then a variation or something of that matter. All in all you gotta try something new. You don't want to be a repeat offender of the same mistake. However, it's more than acceptable to be a repeat trier. Which, in turn, becomes repeat success.

As you have been reading my rant I hope at least a few of the key points got across that short attention span of yours. They are as follows: Make mistakes. Live your experiences. Learn from the mistakes you made so they may pave a way for your new experiences. You're either going to learn the right way or wrong how to do something after you have made the mistake. So do yourself a favor a make a mistake.

As Oscar Wilde mentioned in the beginning of the bumbling cornucopia of profoundness, our mistakes are our experiences. We can't just dwell on the good to keep us going. We have to focus on what we're not in order to arrive at who we want to become.

Now I know this post may have veered off of the traditional path of my previous posts, but I'm not sorry. Life changes as do my words and moods. Get used to it. I'm just glad you made it this far in my series of self-realizations.

So to cap the blog off...dream dreams that are challenging, but approach those dreams in such a way that reality is only a heart beat away.

Be true. Be blue. Don't miss your cue.
Future Famous Writer Of Words is peaced out.

Mistake #9: Finding Nikki

First, inhale like you're a human vacuum on hyper speed. Second, hold that gust of carbon dioxide and ponder. You ask yourself "Why the hell am I pondering at a time like this? I have to breathe soon. I have stuff to get done." I ponder a lot. I apologize ahead of time for speaking in first person. I'm deceiving you of course. I could care less if you appreciated my first person perspective. Least of my worries. Also, if you(the people who know how to read) didn't realize this blog is coming from a first person perspective then just go home. Okay okay back to the issue of one pondering while breathing. One should do this while they're holding all of that excess gas, because you're about exhale a whole abundance of negative energy. Ponder about all the bad shit you're going through and how you can blow it out like hot air. Just like that you're breathing got a little lighter. Third, exhale. That's all I can say about that.

Now you're probably wondering what's all this talk about breathing compared to the title of "Finding Nikki". Alright here we go. Quick breakdown: I just saw the movie Silver Lining Playbook. Phenomenal, enough said. Brief synopsis of the film is Pat(Bradley Cooper) is taken out of psychiatric care. He landed there after a he suffered from a bipolar breakdown after he brutally beat down Nikki's, his wife's, lover. After he's released he's determined to find Nikki at any cost. He's part delusional so he conjures up an extravagant plan to get her back by using loose and confused Tiffany to help out. The ending is a bit predictable, but then again what isn't these days. It's the journey of how he got there that's key in this story.

The mistake here is that journey for Nikki. A mistake that will leave you seasoned yet scarred. You'll gain a couple of experience notches, but you'll regret it while your heart blends on slow grind, and I mean dead slow. It's the most painful way of course. You'll have your eyes on the prize. Oh hell it'll be a glorious prize too. Your return to the promised land will be just what you desired all along. You can just sense the heavenly tingling of milk and honey vibrating on your taste buds. You're alive. Sensational am I right? Perfect you just envisioned the perfect scenario. Now you're so caught up in "Nikki" you totally forgot about the journey you're on. You may have your eyes on the prize, but you have no idea where you're at.

Now this is where you halt at succeeding one mistake at a time. You just start making mistake after mistake you become content. Get used to sucking and failing because knock knock, front door delivery of disappointment has arrived postmarked personally to you. This is the point of when you forget why you even wanted "Nikki" in the first place. We've all had a Nikki in our lives or we still do. She sets up camp with us as we try to grow. She convinces us that she needs us, or that we are here for each other, but you can't have me. "Why?" we always ask. We never know the reason why Nikki won't finally be with us. We are plagued with false hope and the glitter of what we think gold feels like in our palms. Therefore, a long period of limbo ensues. Well of course, until a Tiffany comes around.

Finding Nikki shouldn't be a goal, and a majority of the time it isn't. She will come like a tornado and you can't do a damn thing about it. You'll be swept up in her whirlwind faster than you can tie your shoes. We're all on a journey. We go on many. All of them very different. Some short. Some long. However, it's still a journey. On this journey as you set out to grasp what you're searching for, you find something or someone rather, that you never expected. You usually find yourself. Yeah. You. The one listening to all of this bullshit I'm spitting here. Take it from me; your very own Nikki connoisseur. I've sought for so many of them I bought my heart a bullet proof vest from all the pain I received. But one day I realized I was on a journey. I realized finding me is priority number one. The and only then that lucky one will find me. I'm here waiting. Please take a number. I will be with each and every one of you heart destroyers in a moment.

As profound as I try to sound, a sound piece of advice I can give to you all if you need it or not is to breathe. Take one breathe at a time, one Nikki at a time, and most importantly, one journey at a time. Take the journey for what it's worth. Give the journey worth. You'll regret parts of it, yet you'll adore other parts. In the process you're guaranteed  to find something. Whether it's what you've never known you wanted or something you don't want. At least you know. And isn't not knowing one of the most intense stress causers to date? Stress is awful. Peace is awesome. Do the math. Stay happy. Breathe.

Here's a cheers to yet another blog. Take with it what you may, I just say things. It's 5 o'clock in the morning and the day is just beginning. Sip that coffee, work a little bit, learn a little more, laugh when necessary, and love a lot. Yes the cynic has a soul, go figure. Wake up world. Start a new journey. Just remember: put your pants on one leg at a time. Jumping in is quite the hassle. Try explaining an injury like that to your friends. Any whoooo.

Good day to you all. Carpe the hell out of this diem.

I'm Kyle. I like hugs.

Mistake #8: Watching Really Really Really Shitty Movies

Ding! Popcorn, done. Pop! Soda, check. Plop! Couch, occupied. Flick! TV, on. Click! Movie, start. It's Friday night and these are your only concerns for the next two hours. You have a date with a year's worth of production, sweat, blood, and money. Also, your significant other decided to join you. You know because they like you  and want an excuse to cuddle. Yes, this applies to both females AND the manliest of males. Anyways, your main mission. This movie. 120 minutes of patience and undivided attention. Dramatic moment after moment, followed by bits of action, with a dash of comedy. MISTAKE. Your movie had none of this. You lost interest halfway through and brought you bundle of frustration. Total waste of time. You even rejected your significant other feeling you up a little you were so distraught. Just kidding. You gave in. But you tried to watch the rest of the movie after you're focused. Still just as shitty. Great start to the weekend right? Wrong. The best start.

You repeatedly bang your head against a concrete wall second guessing your original judgement on why in God's name did you lose two hours of your life. Metaphorically speaking of course. But really why did you watch that shitty movie? You can usually tell a movie will suck something awful after the first 10-15 minutes. You keep watching though. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing that it will progressively improve. Hoping you'll be happy with your choice. But in the end it's just another shitty movie.

Warning: Shitty will be used repeatedly throughout this creative process and life. Get used to it.

This is just another mistake you have made. Add it to the list. I would stop counting too. You're eventually gonna run out of numbers you're counting so high.

Another mistake you're making is worrying about your mistake. You're wasting time. Time that could be better spent writing a blog as honest as this one, or saving lives, or making me a sandwich. Anything on wheat and I'm the happiest of clams.

Shitty movies get you down. I'm sure if you're aware of life past the age of sand boxes and snack packs that you can guess where this is going.

Shitty movies are life. There are those directors out there that spend their whole lives waiting for the moment to have their prized desires and dreams projected on the big screen. It's really is cute how misguided some of them are, yet you can't deny their ambition. Reality check: we are the directors. We have a whole crew of people supporting us financially, creatively, and emotionally. Sometimes literally holding us up so we don't crash on the pavement. We spend our whole lives directing ourselves. We write a story based on the material we have experienced in life. We painstakingly type our fingers to nubs in hopes of painting a majestic vision that others can enjoy with us. We come across a road block and erase a little or a lot then trudge along trying to piece together a new script. We go on. Enjoying life's beauty and romance along the way. The you come across what you believe is something that entices you to your core. It is your masterpiece. Your statue of David or Starry Night. Could be a relationship, project, job, idea for the next big thing. Then you risk your heart and money and chuck out to the public and await your moment of fame. MISTAKE.

Welcome to your personal shitty movie. You've been criticized, tormented, and publicly mutilated in the most embarrassing fashion. Most likely something to deal with having a nervous breakdown and there's a video of your outlash on youtube. Pretty shitty huh? This is a mistake because you're human. Life happens whether it's  at 24 frames per second or a blink of the eye.

You could wallow in your own humiliation and bask in your own depression as your shame cakes on making it damn near impossible to shake it all off. Or you could man/woman up and accept life as it comes at you. I choose to survive and thrive rather than subside.

One notion of advice one should take away from a young 21 year old aspiring filmmaker, who has a lot to say without a character limit. "You're gonna direct a million shitty movies. You're going to be mocked and laughed it. Life is all about the people who share the shitty times with you so that one day when you make your marks on this life, you all can laugh at how shitty you once had it. Remember, life could always get shittier. At the same time it can ALWAYS get better." These are words to live and die by. You choose.

This little bit of self help casserole is meant to help you think of life positively while you're busy screwing up. You'll always be busy. You'll always have the worst days or weeks. Just realize, you get what you want out of life or anything in general. If you want to bury yourself in a coffin of covers and have a swan song orchestrated for you at your young age, then by all means you have my permission to never read a word I say, erase my number, and continuously set your future on fire fueling it with disappointment.

Go on. Walk on. Limp if you have to. Hell crawl and I'll give you a friendly piggy back ride to pick you up again. Make shitty movies and I'll be there to cry along with you and figure out whatever else we're not supposed to do. Friday nights aren't wasted unless you waste them wasting away being wasted on negative thoughts.

Life sucks until it's awesome. Respect beauty. Respect balance. Respect.

Sorry I'm not sorry if I kept you. Stay true. Sleep truer.
Kyle-Neighborhood Superhero/Baristo