Status: I feel a bit worn, but that's probably because I'm sick and haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in a while. Oh well.
"The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle."
"There's always more work to be done."
"Time keeps on flowing. It won't stop for anyone, no matter who they are."
It's been a while since I've been active on Gaia, but I think I'll try to get back into the rhythm of this site. I hope that what Gaia offers has changed, but also that the people that were, remained.
Anyway, I am someone of youth that likes to believe that I am mature, which is probably true only half of the time. I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I know that I should really start thinking about that, but I keep feeling that, as long as I am with my friends, I don't mind where I end up.
I rarely ever think about myself, whether good or bad. I always seem to be trying to think of ways that I can make others happy, but I don't really think about what I want, nor do I ever think about ways that I can improve myself (to be honest, I am only half-heartedly driven to improve myself).
Chivalry isn't dead-the human race is simply out-of-practice. Manners and politeness are skills that are very useful, and simply make living a great deal more pleasant.
I don't particularly care what I look like, as long as I'm within reasonable standards; I don't gel my hair, wear socks with slippers, wear baggy pants that show my underwear, or anything of that sort. I'm happy wearing my usual shoes, socks, long pants (with a belt, if necessary), boxers (not showing), t-shirt, and jacket (that is my size-not three sizes too large).
You could say that I believe in karma, but that may not be completely accurate. Unfortunately, always committing positive acts won't always yield rewards, and the opposite may bring you happiness. Does that mean that we shouldn't always try to do what we believe to be righteous? Not a chance.
I don't really enjoy reading books, and I have a terrible sense of direction. I think both are attributed to my inability to picture scenes in my head, because I enjoy picture books, and can navigate just fine if I see a map or have directions
My actions don't always have any reasoning behind them other than just having the urge to do it. Sometimes, while walking with my 47-pound backpack (according to the last weigh-in), I decide to start running for a certain stretch.
Apparently I also start to pick up trash when I'm alone and bored. I recall doing that at a park twice, twice at my high school, and once at a mall area semi-close to my house. All the trash left on the ground really is disgusting, and the amount I usually pick up is quite disturbing. At least, it is to me.
I don't really know what else I want to write in here, or what others really need to know.
. . . .wait. Nobody really needs to know anything about me, but whatever~
If there's anything that any of you reading this want to know, then feel free to ask. I can't guarantee that I will answer, of how well I will answer your question, but I can assure you that I won't reprimand you for just asking out of curiosity.