being comfortable...
I just finished eating a personal pan pizza, drinking a wild-cherry(I mean how wild can a cherry be) Pepsi, and watching Gilmore Girls (could they make the dialogue any more awesome, I think not). Their is a slight drizzle outside and the temperature is a little above mucho frio. (I'm definately bilingual. Te bes bonita?... Get off me)
But now let me give you another scenario. You get home from a day of job hunting in Queens, New York, and you are soaked from the downpoar that happens to be the norm. The John Mayer concert you've been dying to go to, has somehow disappeared. And speaking of Johnnie M, you just learned he's hooking up with Jessica Simpson (I know, I'm as conflicted as you are. I mean first thing that comes to mind is, Johnnie M and Miss Simpson, smoothe. But then you start thinking, Johnnie, Jessica Simpson? Come on bro). Finally, you realize that you are living in the biggest city in the world and finding yourself surrounded by strangers. That, my friends, is a scary thought.
I went through both of those worlds today. I know, it's a strong possibility that I'm bipolar. But I've been trying to define my comfort level. When do I find myself taking my eyes off of the worries of life and start living and enjoying the very moment I'm in. I guess I find my comfort in knowing that I'm loved and that I have a destiny. To know that you're worth something and can bring something to the table, can add some dollar signs to your life.
I do want to give shout outs to the people that encourage me. To the people that pray for me, you are dope. I need ya'll. I can't live without ya'll. So in a few days when I jump into that alternative personality that is scared and sad. Hit me up and give me some love. Please.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
But now let me give you another scenario. You get home from a day of job hunting in Queens, New York, and you are soaked from the downpoar that happens to be the norm. The John Mayer concert you've been dying to go to, has somehow disappeared. And speaking of Johnnie M, you just learned he's hooking up with Jessica Simpson (I know, I'm as conflicted as you are. I mean first thing that comes to mind is, Johnnie M and Miss Simpson, smoothe. But then you start thinking, Johnnie, Jessica Simpson? Come on bro). Finally, you realize that you are living in the biggest city in the world and finding yourself surrounded by strangers. That, my friends, is a scary thought.
I went through both of those worlds today. I know, it's a strong possibility that I'm bipolar. But I've been trying to define my comfort level. When do I find myself taking my eyes off of the worries of life and start living and enjoying the very moment I'm in. I guess I find my comfort in knowing that I'm loved and that I have a destiny. To know that you're worth something and can bring something to the table, can add some dollar signs to your life.
I do want to give shout outs to the people that encourage me. To the people that pray for me, you are dope. I need ya'll. I can't live without ya'll. So in a few days when I jump into that alternative personality that is scared and sad. Hit me up and give me some love. Please.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy