Finding Momentum

i hate it when i waste hours surf­ing the net and read­ing up on the lives of the incred­i­bly rich and (sorta) famous teens. you know who i’m talk­ing about, the teens that drive fast con­vert­ibles, attend par­ties with good look­ing peo­ple, live in big estates in sunny climes and wear the lat­est clothing.

it’s a vic­ar­i­ous expe­ri­ence i guess, find­ing myself try­ing to stick myself in their shoes and wish­ing that hey, per­haps that could have been me.

i hate it cuz i find out what more other peo­ple have, then start believ­ing that what is per­fectly enough for me, isn’t.

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on a sep­a­rate note, break’s about to begin and i really want to spend it get­ting to know peo­ple that i’ve lost track of.

on a related tan­gent, i’ve strung up tons of com­mitt­ments for myself, i hope i can keep them (i have a strange way of not doing so).

i’m just think­ing back on old times and feel­ing a lit­tle embar­rassed at myself. i was one pretty arro­gant kiddo back in the day.. maybe even really recently. it’s a lit­tle scary, but i bet all of us were like that some­time or another. or maybe it’s just me.

diced onions and chicken,
–andrew