scabs.

decidedly, i dont have a lot to blog about these days, apart from the fact that i like chewing pencils for that woody taste and the gnarled texture, and that for me, watching paint dry is infact enthralling because, y'know what kids, dried paint is a little like a scab, and scabs gives me a nostalgic sense of being young and how showing off your big crusty scabs made you reign supreme over the other commoners on the play ground, where as if you flashed some scabby skin these days it'd be assumed you had herpes. if only things were as simple as it was when you were young. here i stand, fast approaching 18, and come monday i will legally be considered an adult of sorts, though what i wouldnt give to be climbing tree's and having that solitude you got when you were a bullied kid like me, and youd think about insignificant things that back then were 10 times more significant and meaningful than any other aspect of life, like the dilema of which beanie baby to purchase next. those were the days, the simple days, where the most advanced technology was snake II on your nokia 3310 and staying out past 8pm was a sin. now id give my left nut to be able to stay in bed at 8pm and do nothing, to be able to sleep without a stir and pass my days without worrying about the big bad world. the only quality i still have as i did when i was a kid was the feeling of being misunderstood.. not in a cliche way, i dont want sympathy, empathy, whatever other bullshit, just sometimes i wonder if i need to be sent back to my own planet just so i know im not the only one who has such a troubled mind.