That whole "graduation" business

Yeah yeah, I know. Last week I said I was done and now I'm back almost a week later. I'm full of shit, what else is new? But come on, I friggen' graduated this week. And lack of inspiration and unappreciative friends be damned, I'm going to share my thoughts.

So yeah, the end of the school year is finally upon us and all I have to say is thank Zeus. The last few months have been more or less one big clusterfuck of highs and lows, between almost not graduating, and those always dependable 'rents of mine [btw I never thanked you two for ruining one of my most valued friendships. I really appreciate it]. If this is simply just another "chapter" in my life, I'd be more than happy to finish it. And with there being not many constructive means of relieving stress that aren't hazardous to my health, I figured that it would make sense for me to just blog about it. But if I were to be perfectly honest, I was intent on coming on here to write a post that just railed on practically everyone and everything in creation, thus reconciling my discontentment in a way that my stonefaced, timid demeanor never could. But in case you haven't noticed, that plan has been changed.

You see, as I was sitting in church earlier, I was just doing my usual routine of chilling there bored while I fantasized about a life that doesn't so closely resemble hell, and then something caught my eye. There was a little boy in across the aisle from me. He couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old, and I had noticed something peculiar about him. He was missing a leg. In it's place was a makeshift leg that looked like it was made up of thinly shaped play items (I know how that sounds, but it's what it looked like), rather than prosthetics. However, his other leg, while still intact, was covered with bandages and looked as though it had been worked on frequently. Naturally, I was completely caught off guard by this. Admittedly, that has nothing to do with my graduation, but it had to have meant something. It couldn't have been a coincidence that it was only a short while after witnessing the one-legged boy that I opted to make today's postery less, uh, profane than I was going for originally.

Those who know me well know that I don't typically know what I want or what it is I'm looking for exactly. I usually just wait around for something or someone unexpected to come my away and take me by surprise. And those who know me *very* well know why. But I recently came to the realization that over the past few months, and possibly for my entire senior year of high school, I had stopped being willing to accept new opportunities coming my way because I had been so content with the way things were going. And while I still would prefer that nice stretch of contentment to this period of adjustment, I'm thinking it would be wise of me to start being more open, especially with all the future milestones headed my way.

RAmen.