Quite Times

It's the quite time again.
The time where nothing is going on.
I have no goals to achieve and nothing to occupy my time.
The lazyness of summer creeps into the world.
The winds bring the promise of growth and loveliness of flowers.
Everything is full of hope and dreams.

I hate the quite times.

I spend a lot of my time thinking what it'd be like to be another person. Mostly because I wish to change who I am by finding traits in others that I like.
I know it's stupid to think that way, but it's the way I do (so there =P).


More often than not I realize that I'm not that fun of a person to be around.
I'm dour, I complain a lot, and the only certainty about me is that I am not confident in my own abilities.
Which is probably the reason that most people don't like to be around me for an extended period of time.
I get this. I'm cool with it.

But your the lucky ones. You only have to spend a few hours with me.
Now imagine, if you will, that your trapped with someone you don't like 24/7 and the only escape you can get is sleep.
That's just one of the reasons that I spend as much time possible sleeping.
Just to get a break from me.

But as I've recently told someone the worst dreams I have are the ones where I'm happy. Because then I wake up from them.

Yup. just a small insight into the way I think.
Arn't you glad your far away from me?

This rant brought to you by stomach cramps (I swear I have sparadic PMS). It's nothing new, but always makes me light headed and pissed off. It won't go away and never seems to lessen until I pass out exhausted.

Fuck this noise.

Disregard this rant in a day or so when I'm feeling better. Then I should have something else to complain about.

Aw fuck it. I'm tired.

-The Pondering Dragon