Hey guys,
To start things off, my ears are healing wonderfully. I’m satisfied to say that they have both made enormous improvements, and with more consistency in treatment, they should be back to their normal (gauged) size within a little more than a month. Considering the severity of the damage that was inflicted to them, I consider myself very fortunate.
Work is also good, it’s nice to say I can go to the same job everyday, and still feel the need to burgeon myself against those around me. I enjoy the refulgent status someone of my youth can inflict on the wearied people that I work with. Sure, there are downsides to it like any job, these downsides however, are short lasting or fugacious at best. There is a certain irritability that can be invoked within me, when I have to record credit card numbers from the dyslexic, but like many things; it is easily remedied with but just knowledge, and some patience.
As for school, my mind is made up. I’m going to try and resuscitate several years of irresponsibility and misplaced insouciance in one final semester of high school.
This is probably the most financially unwise move I could make, what with more wasted time and the high probability that this will not be working out for me. However, in the reverie that I’ve found within the reserves of my sanity, this is worth it.
Within this delectation of chance that I’ve enveloped myself inside of securely, there is an unknown optimism that fuels me. Comparable only towards a small child that found Narnia, it’s an unreasonable source of optimism. But I am full of the exculpation and sense of wonder that I need to proceed; and like Rosy, I will dress myself appropriately for the esurient skies ahead me.
Already there are words of wisdom ringing in my ears, and they remind me dimly like susurrations of the winds and leaves that I hear every morning. Nothing quite distinct, just monotonous tones blended into repetition, and spit out onto blank cheques… not so much like the winds or the leaves though.
I dreamt rather vaguely about these words of wisdom, that ten thousand veiled faces we’re screaming rehearsed concerns into my skull. The ignorance of the modern man coated every one of their syllables like the silhouette of cold air on our winter’s snow.
I woke with a wearied mind, drawn out by their false sense of entitlement to my future. Seeing the parallels there, I’m going to start setting my watch at least 12 hours ahead of everyone else’s. In hope that the catalyst of time will also lead me under the false pretense that my future is up for debate at large. Not that I am concerned that my own sense of entitlement is being spread out evenly amongst the commoners, I don’t think it’s unreasonable that I should get a piece of that pie.
Correspondingly, I feel the need to ask myself some questions. Am I ready to the take the leap off a cliff that could land me in a potentially devastating pool of change? Or even more likely, leave me staring dully into the beady black eyes of failure? Absolutely.
That’s it for me this week; new blogs will continue to be put out on Mondays.
