Thursday, September 17, 2009


The thought just occurred to me that on the whole, insults don't faze me very much. Most insults are like poorly placed blows, rolling off their target like water off a duck's back. These insults are typically uninspired and practically cliche.

Then, every once in a while, I get one that is much more...acute. Rather than sloppy swings at my psyche, they tend to be more similar to a steadily placed syringe, taking the scorn straight to the bloodstream. It ends up causing some kind of pseudo-chemical reaction, forming a thick, viscous ichor; pure anger. Really sucks, feels like battery acid being poured right down the back of your brain. It becomes a hilariously vicious cycle; I get mad, then I wonder why I'm getting so mad, then I get even more upset about how mad I've gotten.

But of course, the worst insults are the depressing ones because you know, deep down, they're true :/

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Very discomforting...

I now find that one of the most awkward feelings (to me) is the unsettling silence that accompanies a make-out session between two people.

What I wonder is if it's just the occurrence that causes the reaction or if the main factor is the people involved. The awkwardness definitely seems to be higher if it's concerning someone I know. Not to mention that your proximity to the sucking-faceathon is inversely related to the level of discomfort; the shorter the distance, the higher the awkward.

And the funniest part is that the two people involved are usually just fine; they're like the eye of some weird storm comprised of awkward silences riddled with soft whispers O.O