I feel like I’m going crazy lately. I can’t get my thoughts together, except when I’m riding. Mainly because I don’t have to think about anything but the horse. I wish life was so much simpler, I wish people didn’t plan games with other people’s emotions and heart, and I defiantly wish my moods would quit bring like roller coasters.
I’m trying to be happy, trying to look on the bright side of things, but it is getting more and more difficult.
I feel the need for others approval, I feel the weight of their expectations on my shoulders, like a ox feels plowing a field in e hot summer sun.
I can’t fail.
I can’t let these people down,
I can’t fail the young ones who look up to me.
My thoughts have been so scattered. And I have no idea how to gather them into a logical sense
- me: whats your opinion on tampons
- little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
- me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
- little brother: why
- me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
- little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
- little brother:
- me: that is a fantastic point
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.