I find myself throwing out things that I once found extremely valuable. They still have some monetary value. My value system has changed. I’m only interested in investing in experiences. I’m getting myself to a point where I need very little to operate.
I reflect on the year. It seems that 2014 is going to start with quite a few changes. Style. Friends. Experiences. Habits. I’ll talk about friends first. I think that they’re far more important than any boring ramblings I have about style or dating.
Adam is moving away. January Ten. I’m confident that he will succeed in whatever he elects to do with his education. I understand how tragic this is. One of my best friends is going away. Adam is one of the most stand up men I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. In the end, we will be the rulers of the wasteland. I would speak on this more, but I don’t think that I have the vocabulary to properly express the gratitude that I have. Without Adam, I wouldn’t be anything near what I am today.
Views. Women. I was thinking about this in my drunken haze last night. One of the guys I went out with kept talking about fucking the girls at the bar and how cute they are. He wrote them off when they mentioned their boyfriends. I sat there and kept talking to them, enjoying their company. They’re people after all. Right? I’ve pulled myself from the hilarious circle jerk that online dating is. If I meet someone it isn’t going to be because of the internet. It is going to be because we met through friends or thought the other person was a cool mother fucker.
Mentality. I’m adjusting back into the DIY punk mentality that I had as a youth. It feels fucking awesome. I’ve always been blunt and a bit rude. I’ve always put up with bullshit. I’ve been putting up with less and less bullshit. As mentioned, I’ve become less of a material person. I’m enjoying it.
I’ve moved my entire closet into my bedroom. The unfucking is getting finished tonight. I’ve already got the dresser in the closet. Time to sort and throw shit away.
reblog if you want a relationship like this
"I want, no, I crave the feeling of taking another man and ripping his face off… taking his face and grinding it against the steel ‘til the flesh is gone and all it’s left is blood." -The Undertaker
"Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence." -George Orwell
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Good guy Greg.