Change
i came to a sort of realization the other day. not one of those life altering ones though. this is one about someone else. this was a good one.
see my cousin and i have always been close. brothers really. shared hobbies, hung out, similar sense of humors and so on. but i always worried for him. in lieu of my own issues, which were plentiful, i worried about him. how he’d turn out and all that. it’s not because of any specific event or any person. it was mainly just fueled by the standard paranoia of someone you care about
What a Condescendsation
I know, I know, condescendsation is not a real word… but it should be.
That’s one of my lesser known super powers. Molding words together into one confusing literary gem. My weakness is remembering these words. So I don’t really have much proof, aside from the title of this post.
One word…
This is old. But I found this just now while cleaning out some of my Backup Archives. I believe I asked all my friends to describe me in one word. I was in a very self-reflective mood. Anyways, here’s what I recieved from everyone, and I don’t even remember who some of these guys/gals are!