"When I had what alcoholics refer to as--a moment of clarity"

I'm done writing stuff in the windows that post them, I just lost like 4 paragraphs of rambling I was going to "entertain" you with.
Anyways, heres the important parts:

Oh holy shit, a draft got saved on the site, wizard! I guess you get to suffer through it anyways.
________________________


I've been coming home a lot this past year, more than I ever have, yet oddly enough I know the least amount of people home now. I like that.



It's always a pleasure running into people that I used to talk to--you see for me, I have two ways of remembering people and it usually all ends up the same. Either I remember someone as having some negative connotation in my mind (that I will probably give another chance by being friendly) or I will remember that they were pleasant (or tell myself they were) and be myself. This oversimplification is caused by my inability to recall past events on a whim, I usually need a trigger. Hey it makes my life easy enough, I mean shit the only way I hold a grudge is over something huge, and all I remember is that something huge happened.



Anyways, I've been coming home more because I love the feeling of arriving in familiar places. I usually don't remember being bored places, I just remember that I had fun at some point so it's possible again. So for the first day or two, just being in a different place makes me happy. Maybe the way my memory works is a coping mechanism to allow me those awesome blissfully unaware days before I return to being normal and affected by things--maybe it isn't, who knows?




Bro-nus points if you name the movie the title is from.


The most simple satisfaction while driving is being the first one at the train tracks when a train that is super long and slow is there. Sounds pretty shitty doesn't it? You almost made it! Ahhh but look at it this way--you are now not going to be that douche bag that takes an extra 30 seconds to move after the train is gone. You take your responsibility to heart and don't waste any one's time, and subconsciously everyone in the line behind you is going "at least this inconvenient stop wasn't exacerbated by some jerk-off that made a 10 minute stop 30 seconds longer." Think about that the next time you get pissed about little things.