Dreams Are Terrifying.

There are two things I've learned from working at Mcdonald's.
1) A man came driving through to the first window to pay for his meal. Fifty years young, I can't say I didn't feel a slight tinge of guilt for the ten or so minutes he waited only to make it to the paying window. I apologized for the wait he endured, but he turned to me after receiving his $8.00 in change, and he said "shit happens, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
2) Late Saturday night, early Sunday morning, a drunken middle-aged man comes driving through with his bar buddies situated in the back of a silvered Yukon XL. He contradicted the other man, telling me never to apologize because it was a sign of weakness.

Where do the first lessons in life begin? Where do the second, more harsh morales succeed? (Side note: Watch "I Heart Huckabees.") Which method of approaching reality does each being choose? Does it even matter; will it tip the scales of ultimate balance? No. We're all just stitches in an infinite universe. Intertwined and whole. But one stitch alone cannot unravel the entire cosmos and destiny. Our choices will not erase the passages of time, but merely affect each of our own unexplainable lives. It is safe to say we, however, as stitches compose the undefinable.
To be honest? I don't know which ideals I like better.

She's Never Finished A Canvas.

How can you possibly respond to a life-changing fork in the road? I would never believe that I let her slip away from me. No, It's nothing I did that brought her to this crossroad. It's the choices we make that define who we are, and after all these years her world has taken it's final turn; not for the better, not even for the dimming hopeful. But for the absurd.

Welcome, Little One.

That's what it says on my hand. I thought i would use it.
I'm new to this thing, let me tell you. It's like having a cellphone; everyone has one, everyone who never had one has one, and as for me? I don't have one. But i thought I'd start now.