Theres that moment where its late at night, later than you usually stay up, and there is no sign that you’ll be getting sleepy any time soon. You feel like you’ve read the entire internet. Twice. In a desperate attempt to get sleepy you grab the book you’ve been trying to complete for the past month that has been sitting on your nightstand, only to discover even that can’t hold your attention long enough. You push your laptop to the side of your bed, get up from underneath the covers and lay on the opposite end, dangling your head off out of frustration, sighing at the same time. Eventually hanging from your bed turns to laying in every other direction and landing cattywampus in your last ditch in attempting to settle. And as you’re laying there, you get this rush of confidence, this adrenaline of adventure  pulsating through every limb and crevice of your imagination. You have the momentary taste of rebellion and the need to revolt from your current living situation. You write down these inspirations, you jot down plans, you figure out a solution, you have the epiphany that your entire life has been leading up to. But then you realize, you haven’t got the means to travel, the cut ties to just whisk away, the self assurance of succeeding, and this once familiar rush of confidence is now a constant crashing wave of defeat that continuously pounds reality, no matter how far you move away from the tide. So you get back under the covers, pull them up to your chin, reach to turn off the light, take a glance at the now jumbled up scribbled papers that held your master plans and go into the darkness of your blackened filled room without a fight. Without another word. You finally sleep. Those moments. That moment, is the real you. That’s who you are. I believe these eccentric and revolutionary experiences is our inner self pulling us to go further with ourselves, to reach further, to be more. For those who do carpe diam and walk out the door, begin the road to find their true self. For those who wallow back to sleep, continue being the stranger they’ve grown accustom to. But my only question is, how much longer can our mind and soul continue to jerk us out of bed to carpe diam until they too finally decide to wallow and go back to sleep, because they know you’ll never walk out the door.   

Believe it or not, you’ll need a couple of those in your life. Regardless of how anti social, anti life, anti interaction, anti everything else you’re anti about —you’ll want one, and you deserve to have them. Just don’t fuck it up. Reciprocate the same gestures. If one friend is there for you during a low point, be sure to be there whenever, if ever, they hit one as well.

Breezing in and out of someones life and using friendships for your own advantage with disregard to the other person is being a shitty friend. Don’t be that guy. That guy is an asshat. If you want great friends, be a great friend. And if you are a great friend who still has shitty friends, branch out and meet new people. Whoever said “i have enough friends” as if theres an actual quota on the amount of friendships one can acquire is a dipshit. You can have as many friends as you goddamn please. 

As much as people are looking for “the one” or even a significant other, I bet you the same amount of people are looking for a really great friend. You know why? Because we all tend to be a shitty friend at some point in our lives and let down quite a few people in the process. Myself included. And because of that, a lot of people don’t have a solid group of really good friends. Shit, not even one good friend.  I’m trying my best to be a better friend for not just my current circle of very adored friendships I have in my life, but for the future friendships i’ll gain later on.

Knowing I have people to go to the bar with, help me move, have late night taco runs, sit through an incredibly shitty band performance, and just shoot the shit with is a nice feeling to have. Not just because they’re there for me, but they want me there for them as well. To want and to be wanted at the same time. Besides, I can’t play drunk scrabble by myself. I end up cheating. 

Guys, please for the love of Yoda, stop using this as an opening liner. Don’t tell me, “hey i don’t normally go for girls with tattoos/pink hair/a mohawk/laser eyes, but I do find you attractive”. Thank you for telling me what you usually find unattractive about other people is somehow attractive on me, really, super awesome. It’s like calling me ugly but still willing to be seen with me out in public. Or, better yet, giving me the finger and then hugging me right after. It just doesn’t work. 

Ladies, stop doing the same shit because we’re notorious for it as well. “I don’t normally go for guys who don’t know how to dress themselves, but I really find you attractive”. Who gives a fuck what you normally don’t go for, that person doesn’t need to know that. 

Just fucking say hi. That’s it.