"TWO ICE CREAMS"

And I am done.

Well, what can I say? It was really hard to do. I'm still really tired.

All I know is that I'm glad that this year is done so far. I feel that all of the virtues I needed to practice have gotten better, while I still got worse a little bit everywhere else.

I don't know.

But I'm really happy that Christmas came after what feels like ten years. I may or may not relax on my virtues for a little bit, but I'm going to enjoy my weekend really well.

Welp, thanks everyone.

Happy holidays.

"I can't understand anything."

"And so this is Christmas. And what have you done?"

Yep. It's almost the break. Thank goodness, I'm starting to go senile. 

I may have misunderstood, but I think this is the last post (I just double checked, I'm wrong). Looking back I think I have improved a little, but not intentionally. I learned to talk to people but in all honesty, I think I lost a little something as well. 

The idea of this experiment was for me to become a starfish. Talk to people. Think less. And I did. But in doing so I also exceeded what I wanted to do too far. I lost track and before you know it, I'm not a starfish. I'm a sponge.

I should have suspected this a while back. I was stealing people's jokes, topics of conversation, and all these other things. But in doing so I became a sponge. I'm over saturated. I need to take a little time to become the old me a little bit.

I don't know. I'm trying. So that's good.

"But I was looking for ME the whole time! It's the perfect crime!"

The most amazing creature, drawn by yours truly.

Things have been a bit difficult, but I think I found a revelation. All of my problems, my disorganization, overthinking, stress, everything, is all internal. It's making  a bit of sense. I'm starting to realize how I can improve. I'm saying maybe if I start really trying to starfish, in that I must stop thinking, I can become the best person I can.

I'm not going to lie, I get a bit nervous around people. I feel a bit inferior to some of them, and to others I feel like a sort of bad friend. I don't know. That's why I like to be quiet. I'm quite a bit nervous, and I think something happened in my development where I have a bit of trouble reaching out to people. But I feel a bit more like a sponge now, soaking in everything, everyone, all this information. I'm bloody dry. I need to absorb more people.

But I want to absorb the right people. And as of right now, I feel like an access to an endless universe at my fingertips is kind of making this hard. And homework. That really throws a wrench in everything.

But I'm getting better. I can feel it.

I mean, I have the confidence to post this beautiful painting on my blog.

See you later.











"Let me take you down,
Cause I'm going to,
Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real.
And nothing to get hung about!
Strawberry Fields Forever."