Where there's love, there can't be hate.but for love to exist, there must be hate.
else, love becomes universal, and loses its meaning.
don't overestimate yourself, you only think that about yourself, that's the arrogance i talked aboutnono. you talk about blindness (for lack of a better word), not arrogance.
Unable to identify my own qualities and assuming i do all right, even if i mess up day after day after day... is not arrogance.
"Ignorance" might be the word i am looking for.
good to hear you didn't get the point of this whole post, you talk a lot, but don't say a thing. You don't listen to others but only like to hear yourself talkam i here to get a point? nope. the SAS aint teaching me psychological stuff...
of COURSE i talk a lot and dont say a thing. we all do. just look at "this vs that" thread.
Just chilling out between mails, flights and photoshop sessions.
hold on... telling me that i am a talker-not-listener... do you imply that you are not? i mean... are you listening to the trash i dispense?
are you listening to me?
(as in: are you funky enough to listen to the stuff coming out of my fingers? are u out of ur mind? dont! by all means DONT listen to me!!)
see? this thing is a minefield...
he throw the first stone and all that religious blah.
And sometimes, when "someone" has "something" to say, i do indeed "listen". Ponder their advice.
Unfortunately, on the internet, with the only thing connecting us being text through language barriers...
you can see why i do not take any kind of personal advice from that.
Advice i take from older people, that share my life, shake my hand, and that i work with.
How others handle that subject, is up to them.
as i said: love me or hate me. and by extrapolation, listen to me or ignore me.
not my choice, not that i care.
Just be somewhat mature and don't hate so much, then you will definately live longer I do not mean to live longer. this world, especially the human species is dying anyway.
I do not wish to stick around longer than my mind can take.
Thereby justifying my immaturity and hatred.
hatred towards the dying world and the elements that put me here. keep my distance.
and immaturity to keep me enjoying this senseless life. grease my gears to carry me through the century that i might have.
Big hug, you need it!No, not really. But thank you for the offer... i guess?
*grinnnn*
(confirmingh the talk-a-lot theory... just ignore
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