I don't care how you do it, just stay, stay...
And yet again I find to much meaning in episodes of Smallville. Oh my life, and I have yet to actually read some Superman comics while I do now have a couple issues I need to find and read. Which will probably allow even more relatable moments...and in the future thirteen years I'll remember Superheros to be the ones who distracted me from my vapid state. Just for a couple minutes but enough to leave an distinct imprint.
Like any media that deeply impacted me.
You know, there are somedays where I wish I could be a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued but then I realize if I viewed like that more seriously then I'm am doomed to wait and allow life to pass me by. And for most of my life I'm am going to have to just relay on myself, sure I'll get help from friends when they come back, Whenever that may be. I do worry that I may become that really needy friend who everyone will dodge my calls and avoid my presence since I'm smother them with obnoxious-ness like a puppy who hasn't learned self control. At least I'll probably hold on to people to long. I already know I do that now with strangers haha...and hugging a stranger for to long I am assuming is a bad thing? Making them uncomfortable with my friendly-ness...the best weapon of mass destruction. Alas, poor Yorrick...you knew me better then any man could yet here I am...alone yet even with bright exterior I can not stay forever and once will return, who knows how. There I go with long winded monologues. Merely written to vent my internal expressions. Feelings are hard to convey due the fact they are felt and not read. You can read and perhaps figure out from the context what the tone may be.
I wonder when I may fail and end. Being addicted to good feelings and vibes doesn't make one immune to destructive crashes, the ups and downs and we shall put it. The ups and downs with some just flat marks horizontal and not full of much meaning just return and the usual. The usual stuff. The usual faces. The usual times. :/