Sometimes tears are refreshing. In the day to day struggle of being a young man or woman in the modern world can be immensely stressful. We observe our hectic lives and those of the people around us, and we need a break from time to time, and we want to give that to others.

It’s a kind deed.

Folks, I am a horrible person. Some, rather stupid individuals have dubbed me self-righteous or a self-proclaimed pacifist. I am neither. To be self-righteous I would have to think I was right, at anything if not everything. I don’t. As a matter of fact, there is not a single thing I have done in my entire existence that is of any significance to anyone.

I am pursuing a bullshit undergraduate degree (for everyone else in HRM, don’t take this offensively, I just feel like I will never reach my full potential in the hospitality business because of forces outside of my control), bullshit in the sense that it is just some token way of gaining respect. I don’t live a productive life. I spend my days partaking in nothingness, sitting on my sofa idle, or even standing about, speculating about life, carrying a conversation with myself.

I create music that is in no way music, is extremely vulgar, conflict-oriented, and unoriginal.

I pretend I live an active lifestyle, with a steady job supervising my fathers construction projects, which is a total lie.

My grades in school, while not totally dismal, and I’ll give myself credit for that much, are no where near as good as they should be, given the lack of anything else I do with my life.

This is me. Love it.