Musings

The ego maniacs on Facebook, who seem to be capable of only posting self-involved commentary on random events of their little uninteresting lives that no one really cares about or has no fucking idea what it means, no ones that important.

like somehow i'm a fucking mind reader or a shrink who can unscramble your random thoughts into psychobabble for me to help you feel better about yourself.
It's fucking torture, every has their problems.

No one is that special that the whole world should be given insight on every single second of your day. I'm wondering if it's just that it makes someone feel better when they post personal information about themselves? Why?
That seems so childish, like a cry for attention.

I honestly don't get this phenomenon, goes right over my head.

Recently, i've been thinking alot of how people change ( in general ) and not genuinely. How people force them self's to be something that they are not just to be part of something.

I could never do that, i really use to hate people that did that, i would'nt even be able to speak to anyone like that, but i've changed. i mean im passive agressive about it, i still extremely dislike fake humans! ( which is just about everyone you meet in new york city) but i, recently, happend to find myself conversating w/ people like that, alot. Its sort of fun to know that 90% of what you're hearing from someone is bullshit, or that a person is just a complete act, somehow i find that comforting & amusing, well this is where this musing ends.

I hate and i mean really HATE!! procrastinating. leaving things for the absoutely last possible second, aghh!! that needs to change... i feel like im not the only one who does this so im not alone in constantly making that mistake but it does not make it any less wrong or more right, well anyway, just another underachieving degenerate procasinator. is there an procastinators annonymous ? because i would probably push that back as well.

i know this is my first musing so i'll get to the point. I think that everyone has these kinds of friends. they are the kind of friends that you sometimes ponder how the hell you guys are friends to begin with. i mean seriously their dumb as a bag of rocks but you still manage to have a goodtime with them. i think half the time its me making fun of their stupidity and the tragic comedy being that it goes completely unoticed, sometimes so obvious that i get the feeling they pretend to not get offended. well its pretty late i have nothing else to say...laters.