Entertaining the thought...
Recently, I had this train of thought: "what if I finished school at OB?" Different set of friends, different attitude, different life... everything'd be different. Nar, I don't want my life to change right now, I'm already ALMOST content with what I have, but still, I dunno why I keep entertaining the thought. Maybe because the thought of being a full blooded Montessorian appeals to me in a different kind of light. Maybe I'd be more mayabang, more matapobre, more of an asshole. I don't know if my vices would've surfaced, I don't know if the things that I like would still be the things that'd amuse me. Still...
On wit
Am I not witty? Had a convo wherein I'm beginning to doubt my wit. Maybe because I confused my assholic charms with wit. I don't know fo sho but it seems thatta way. But see, I THINK that I am witty whenever I get intoxicated or whenever I enjoy the conversation that I'm in. Is it a sigh maybe that I don't get too much involved in everyday conversations? Maybe I'm choosy about these things, that I don't want to waste my saliva and exerting effort on my jaw muscles on talking about this guy's day or maybe hearing about this gal's problems. Or maybe I'm in the reasoning stage wherein I am justifying everything, defending my so-called wit? Maybe I should see myself in the third person and talk about Edward in that personal point of view.
I always forget to justify my compositions, now I didn't.
Ta!
Recently, I had this train of thought: "what if I finished school at OB?" Different set of friends, different attitude, different life... everything'd be different. Nar, I don't want my life to change right now, I'm already ALMOST content with what I have, but still, I dunno why I keep entertaining the thought. Maybe because the thought of being a full blooded Montessorian appeals to me in a different kind of light. Maybe I'd be more mayabang, more matapobre, more of an asshole. I don't know if my vices would've surfaced, I don't know if the things that I like would still be the things that'd amuse me. Still...
On wit
Am I not witty? Had a convo wherein I'm beginning to doubt my wit. Maybe because I confused my assholic charms with wit. I don't know fo sho but it seems thatta way. But see, I THINK that I am witty whenever I get intoxicated or whenever I enjoy the conversation that I'm in. Is it a sigh maybe that I don't get too much involved in everyday conversations? Maybe I'm choosy about these things, that I don't want to waste my saliva and exerting effort on my jaw muscles on talking about this guy's day or maybe hearing about this gal's problems. Or maybe I'm in the reasoning stage wherein I am justifying everything, defending my so-called wit? Maybe I should see myself in the third person and talk about Edward in that personal point of view.
I always forget to justify my compositions, now I didn't.
Ta!
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