I have no idea where I'll be ten years from now or even where I'd want to be. I have no expectations, no hopes and really no dreams. But I know what I like and this is what leads me. I'm not the type of person who lives a day at a time, but a year at a time seems to be quite enough for me. Furthermore, I really do not think my life is one of great value. Actually, its worthless as any other life around. I've actually given more thought to my death than I have to my life - not that I'm afraid of it or thinking about afterlife. I just want to die a stylish death...
Not that it really matters but as I've sought beauty in life I will do in death as well.
Liars are always looked down upon are they not? Some lies however are needed in order to maintain order and peace. Be it an elaborate diplomatic solution, a beautiful untruth, or a simple subterfuge - some people just need to be lied to.
Of course I prefer telling the truth and try to make sure I get truth in return, but if I roamed around speaking my mind all the time then I'd be the Antichrist or something. One's got to have tact and discretion after all...
But there is also some weird delight in avoiding that silly mincing of words. Being shockingly honest about some of my thoughts has lead to many fun conversations or deeds.
you'll say....
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