Wednesday, October 3, 2012


Expectation is the reason for all disappointments.

This is why I usually cast aside all expectations. Actually, that's not true. I expect everything to be fucked up, so whenever they don't, I am pleasantly surprised.

See, expectations are merely ideas we have in our head of how something is or how it will be. Here's the secret - it never is. Plato talked about the ideal horse, which does not exist, except in the minds of man, blablabla, wank wank wank.

I know enough to say I don't need people to tell me I'm right. I KNOW I'm right. Being right is not what I want anyway, or that inferior, cheap imitation - BEING SEEN as right.

Me? I just watch the world end. If it doesn't, I'll be pleasantly surprised.