…And i was every question that never had an answer.

Seeing my best friend’s abundancy of options and derived tendancy for opportunism, i’m left to ponder my own.
 
I’m chicken shit.
In fact, i’m such a damned coward that i am willing to pass up on most of the opportunities life throws at me for the sole reason that trying might make me lose.
I can bring up at least 15 noteworthy quotes, just off the top of my head, in favor of trying, of giving your best shot in spite of the odds, of the downsides of quitting without even trying,
but truth be told, i’m just too much of a skeptic to believe my own advice, not to mention somebody else’s.
 
Day 238.
I found a pair of weights, 2K, that my sister brought me a good 5 years ago.
Tried lifting them sideways. It didn’t feel right, but i guess i’ll have to wait ’till tomorrow to know the consequences.

Pack-rat.

I’ve been detained for 8 days over some minor offense. Starts tomorrow.
 
I’m packing like a bimbo on a camping trip; i’ve got a big bag already waiting for me at the base, and not remembering what i put in it or how many, i’m bringing another one.
I’ve got approx. 30 movies, plus the two first seasons of ‘the Shield’ on CD and DVD, and a mobile DVD player i borrowed from a friend -
two books, my mp3 player and a spare CD of music, and i’ve eventually decided to bring my guitar over – i’ll plug it into computer speakers or something – just so i wouldn’t get overly rusty.
 
If i get bored this next week, it definitely won’t be my fault.
Come to think of it, how the hell am i going to get all this back home?..

All That’s Left Has Gone to Sleep.

I’m an old man, really.
Someone once said that being old is all about the transition between taking pride in hat you are and what you have – to what you were and what you had.
If that is the truth, then i’ve been old since i was 17 or so – and this wouldn’t be the first time i’ve heard that particular conclusion being made.
 
I’ve been wasting so much time trying to relive my past that i hardly remember how to do anything else.
I swam the long route home
  And i’ve got broken shoulders.
 
I’m sticking to home, to my safe grounds as if nothing good could ever find me elsewhere.
I am safe, for now. Safe in the knowledge there’s nothing i can do about all of this,
safe in the knowledge that this is all out of my hands.