A List Of Things That I Have Learned

A List of Things That I Have Learned

- Everyone struggles sooner or later because everyone has people and things to lose.

- It’s important to cry—the longer you hold onto it, the more it’ll hurt.

- Many people will come and go, and not that many stay. You can’t always choose the size of the piece of you they take with them, but that’s not a bad thing.

- You are not the same person that you were, and you will not continue to be who you are forever.

- Finishing things is important. It’s okay to put them aside for a time, but you must remember to pick it back up when you’re ready, even if you aren’t ready for a long time.

- Comparing yourself to others gets you nowhere except down.

- Love is not just one thing.

- Despite how much you want to forget the tragedies, they are important. It is important to move on, but it is just as important to know the past. Knowing the past and living in it are two different things.

- Everyone experiences things differently.

Nickelback: Lₒₒ ᴋ ₐᵗ ᴛʰᶦs 𝓰ᵣₐ ᵖʜ

Me:*looking at the graph*

Monologue: The Time I Became the Worshipped Figure of a Cult

I’ve always been satisfied with the life I live. Sounds like something a boring person would say, right? Exactly! I was happy being a boring person, and I’m not ashamed of that. It was a good life. Did I like doing what I did? Not really but, it was easy, and I always had free time. I had more free time than working hours, so what I did in my working hours didn’t matter. I didn’t have much of a social life. In fact, I don’t have much of a social life. Hang on. Stop interrupting me; I’m getting there. Goodness gracious, you people are all in a rush aren’t you. Anyway, the other day I went to the museum, and made a couple jokes with some dumb kids. There was a mixture of coincidence and my dumb sense of humor that ripped away my ordinary life. I have a sense of humor that only old people seem to like. People always think my jokes sound too serious to be a joke, and they don’t get what I’m trying to say. No, I’m not just not funny. Humor is all subjective anyway. Back to where we were earlier, uhm, everything went wrong that day. I’m still unsure of the full details, but when I woke up the next day, there was a cult that worships me. Things led to things because cult people do weird stuff, and I was framed for murder. I swear I had nothing to do with any of this, so I plead confused. You want to know why I don’t have a lawyer? They murdered the lawyer too! When? Five minutes ago! If you haven’t noticed half of the jury is wearing gray robes and crocs? Wait a second. When did, you all get here. See, I told you! They’re a cult! Why are you all here? Go away! No, I’m not immortal! What kind of question is that, and how in the world did you manage to organize such a massive movement already. I’m literally a nobody. Did you just kill the judge? You people can’t do that! What is going on?

If objects spoke, what they say? More specifically, if objects with words on them, for example signs, spoke, would they say what’s on them? What would a textbook have to say? What would an object like a diary have to say?

Me on Ellen

Ellen: So I heard you like Jason Todd

Me: haha yeah, I do

*Joker creeps up behind me with a crowbar*

Me: omg Ellen you didn’t

“You are revered and put on a pedestal. You’re not one of them. They’ve separated you into ‘us and them’ except you are the ‘them.’”