It's OK everything will be alright

With massive amounts of time on your hands you experience equally intense amount of bullshit. I see bright yellow balloons and fuchsia palette-d life on a 72 mm screen in my head. And then I open my mind to life around. I pass the opportunity to be a part of it and continue to watch the World Skateboarding Championship on the screen upfront; with only thing running through my head - how awesome would it be if someone would score some; and then watch those skaters flip through air defying all laws of gravity, and sucker punch Newton in mid-air (with a couple of black-lights thrown in for good measure maybe). For all the little people reading this, I am a Math TA, so I like to keep thinking about how well my students do in class at odd points in time.

Life really throws you a couple of bad bouncers once in a while. It's hard.

I remember this one time when I was upset and someone patted me on my head and said, 'It's OK everything will be alright'. I wish I could still be as naive to believe that at every low point in life you would have someone to do that for you. Hah! I heard someone say in the background and realization dawned upon me. Wake up. Everything won't ever be alright. Your heart will always hurt. Our parents, at the risk of practicing bad parenting skills; should have told us that it never stops to hurt. Maybe as a few people I know, prefer to live; delusion may not be such a bad alternative.

If you read till the end of this hoping for some sort of a conclusive revelation for/from me, I shall find immense pleasure in disappointing as there was no purpose to this except to let the next episode of Californication buffer. Cheerios.