broken chord: the major fall and the minor lift

Sometimes. It is better not to look. It is like this - and this is this is this - that I hate smart people. Not smart in the academic way, but in the ways that matter. You know.

One day I may have to flip a coin to decide my future. Until then I think I shall wait till the end of exams, when I shall attempt to pour my heart out in an appropriately heartbreaking way. You know, all the crazy desperate violent movements to dislodge venomous abnormalities from your vitals. Like that.

There are things that we do and there are things we do not do. There are empty spaces to fill and overcrowded spaces to vacate. There is the good and there is the bad. What does one moment mean? It is fleeting and selfish. I expect if you string all of these moments together, you will get a collage of seemingly important details, and you will fuss over them - memorising them because if you do they might actually matter - and in the process throw your life away.

This is what smart people do to my brain. >< I think I have to wait till next tuesday to really really come up with a way to achieve closure. Hallelujah.