Belles, Stars and Boulevards

I wish I wasn't such of an idiot sometimes.

I do so many things that I regret.

And replay in my head, over and over and over again.

Somehow I know exactly when others misstep, but not always for myself.

I hate how my vision is so perfect in hindsight. How I criticize so easily, everyone, even myself.

I live my life with a voice in my head that disparages my actions every time I do something stupid. It's my own voice, don't worry.

Yet that same voice never speaks before I do something, only after.

Most of us would call that voice common sense, but I don't think common sense is so....insensible and discouraging.

I have an acute case of not thinking.

Help.

Labels: myself

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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