How I Feel in the Spring

???>I don’t like cutting my hair;  I only do it because.  I want to meet someone I’ve never met and I want them to be just like I never imagined only more so.  I like wearing button up shirts under T-shirts; it just feels like sense.  Why is everyone so wrapped up in impenetrable conformity.  I feel spring’s ascendancy as it attempts to inflict its frowns of fortune and make off with my soul, like death to someone who just slit their wrists.  She’s just like you; she takes her glass out one eye at a time.  Let’s be friends.  I want to take care of your face.  Your dog reminds me of someone.  The gods bleed green.  She impressed me with her neuralplasticity.  The warmth typically occurs in response to a frigid chill.  The warmest I’ve ever been was the coldest I’ve ever felt.  Her nipple spoke volumes.  If I had a quarter for every time I smelled that.  Your rabbit look like my rabbit except mine’s red.  Is not having a name better than having a name, I think so.  The hottest I’ve ever been was running uphill in August.  The coldest I’ve ever been was sitting in a mental cabin in the center of all the woods.  Music tells me what to do.  A green tunnel filled with rare moths makes me smile.  Derrick Rose is always hurt he needs coconut water.

Spring you are everything

Everything is a Choice

Most days I feel like everything is a choice. I’ve mentioned this to friends and they vehemently disagree with me, especially about love being a choice. I’ve noticed no one wants love to be a choice they like the idea that it’s this magical biological force that does all the work for us and to a small extent I think that’s true. But love is much too large and dynamic a force for it to be purely biological. The decision to stay with a partner for the rest of your life is beyond pure biology, it’s a choice, most likely based in love and on what love looks like for us personally (and everyone’s definition is different a function of their individual life experience). If you want to believe love is not a choice well then that’s a choice it’s perfectly cool.
-Being happy is a choice
-Falling in love is a choice
-Being successful is a choice
-Being unhappy is a choice
-Being popular is a choice
-Being kind is a choice
-Being a dick is a choice
-Taking is a choice
-Giving is a choice
-Noticing the beauty in every moment is a choice
-Ignoring your beauty is a choice
Everything is a choice. Your decision to accept or reject this idea is a choice. In other words you choose your reality. If that is true why not choose the reality that is most pleasant and supports you? You are god of your universe so why not chose to create something a god would create. We tell ourselves we are this or we are that type of person. We give ourselves roles and they we live to these roles because it makes life more manageable. What if the role a person assigns themselves is not really who they are? What kind of conflict would this inspire? How difficult is it to change the role you have given yourself to something more true? What has happened in our past that is determining our choices in the future? Who do we keep telling ourselves we are. How often do we fight to keep up this appearance. How often do we find ourselves desperately trying to convince all our peers that we are this person when we are clearly not. This life style causes great pain for many people I know. I think this is why the idea of being who you are is so powerful. It’s freedom. “When you aint got nothing you got nothing to lose. You’re invisible now you have no secrets to conceal.” Plenty of people live this way already and I’ve noticed they always receive a great deal of respect for having the guts to live in the role they were assigned by nature as opposed to the role they were assigned by society. This society is trash compared to the one I see inside my head. The one where everyone makes the best choices for themselves. If everything is a choice then at any moment anything can be changed or turned around this is a fact.