Unanswered Questions from the Blue Eyed Gal
FULL DISCLOSURE, this blog is not formal by any means.
I ask a lot of questions.
A lot of the times they are at points that do not make any sense. I tend to think it is more for research or just the hope of getting to know you.
Hoping to just let someone or something let them give me a try. Most of the time it could come off annoying but honestly, I know most keep their clique small to make big moves (Saweetie quote)
ANYWAYS, why I ask so many questions is partly because I want to get to know everyone. I want to be able to find some sort of connection and to further my research.
We all say and do things for a better future. But, what makes us stop our future? We hear all these incredible stories starting from the bottom now we're here (Drake. Lol I'm on a roll) but, what about the stories of the middle class or lower class who struggle and just float along. I guess there is nothing so interesting about that but, I don't know it may sound silly, I just want know about every one. That makes me nosey, I always have been. But in all honesty who isn't we all just have different interests.
Why does there always have to be an amazing story or gut wrenching turmoil to be heard? Not to say those stories don't mean a lot to our society which then set a tone. Maybe that makes me lazy, maybe thats why I want to become a psychologist to reporter of some sort.
I hate interviews.
The truth of it all so many people make such interesting and new ideas for the people of the world but is there room for those in the background?
A full life is through trial and error. Well I suppose, I am still going through it. When we were growing up we thought that, well I did, that my life would be complete and figured out after the age of twenty three. Now I am twenty two and I constantly feel out of breath.
Yesterday I kept having this strange like tingling feel that like my skin would be hot and it felt almost like I was out of my own body. It was like a warm rush of embarrassment, like I couldn't breath. IM FINE NOW. It was just so strange.
Early twenties are scary. I cannot imagine being late twenties and feeling this way but I sure am well on my way. We all have dreams but, what constitutes one giving up their dream?
How many dreams are so easily given up on?
I ask a lot of questions.
A lot of the times they are at points that do not make any sense. I tend to think it is more for research or just the hope of getting to know you.
Hoping to just let someone or something let them give me a try. Most of the time it could come off annoying but honestly, I know most keep their clique small to make big moves (Saweetie quote)
ANYWAYS, why I ask so many questions is partly because I want to get to know everyone. I want to be able to find some sort of connection and to further my research.
We all say and do things for a better future. But, what makes us stop our future? We hear all these incredible stories starting from the bottom now we're here (Drake. Lol I'm on a roll) but, what about the stories of the middle class or lower class who struggle and just float along. I guess there is nothing so interesting about that but, I don't know it may sound silly, I just want know about every one. That makes me nosey, I always have been. But in all honesty who isn't we all just have different interests.
Why does there always have to be an amazing story or gut wrenching turmoil to be heard? Not to say those stories don't mean a lot to our society which then set a tone. Maybe that makes me lazy, maybe thats why I want to become a psychologist to reporter of some sort.
I hate interviews.
The truth of it all so many people make such interesting and new ideas for the people of the world but is there room for those in the background?
A full life is through trial and error. Well I suppose, I am still going through it. When we were growing up we thought that, well I did, that my life would be complete and figured out after the age of twenty three. Now I am twenty two and I constantly feel out of breath.
Yesterday I kept having this strange like tingling feel that like my skin would be hot and it felt almost like I was out of my own body. It was like a warm rush of embarrassment, like I couldn't breath. IM FINE NOW. It was just so strange.
Early twenties are scary. I cannot imagine being late twenties and feeling this way but I sure am well on my way. We all have dreams but, what constitutes one giving up their dream?
How many dreams are so easily given up on?
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