cause and effect.

Do you believe that for every action performed, there's an opposing one taking place at the same time?

Like... every time someone does something stupid someone else is being really clever, as someone dies, another is born, as a person throws up another eats their dinner?

My description and ideas are fucking lovely, I know.

I don't think this blog is really about cause and effect at all, it just sort of sounded good. That's the way it usually goes with me, but whatever, I'll just cover it up with an amused emoticon and some sort of brazen, obnoxious expression.

Maybe i'll add a "lol" in there. Then I'll ask what you've been up to.

yes, I'm struggling to commmunicate with a few people who used to be close friends. it's just that... urgh, no one's nasty or anything, I just don't even know them any more. I don't even want to. I just... don't have any interest. I feel like we've outgrown each other. Lovely people, but they're like lovely pieces of a jigsaw that I don't fit with. Maybe i'm in a different jigsaw. Maybe I'm a piece of lego? I dunno. Maybe they're lego and I'm duplo. Or---

Ok, gonna stop with the metaphors inspired by children's toys, now. Yes, I spent two weeks doing work experience for a primary school, my own primary school in fact. I have come to the startling conclusion I actually quite like kids.

Ha. Cue the paedophilia jokes. No but seriously, some of them are very sweet and/or interesting to be around. Like this little boy I met called Curtis. He was so smart. For a 6 year old, ya know. But he also shouts so much. just... EVERYTHING is a MASSIVE volume. It's interesting really. Not sure why. Just is.

I don't know if it's made me any more inclined to have my own brats. I know I definitely don't want any for at least... ooh, the next sixteen years? i need some freedom from kids, really. If I were to become one of those teenage mothers (which would never happen, but yeah) if i were, i'd have had to deal with kids... my whole life, really. S'abit heavy. I'd like some time away from tiny plastic dinosaurs and the half eaten apples you find in the dish, ta. (:

This wasn't meant to be a what-i've-been-up-to-blog. I don't ever mean to do those, things just sort of... come out. Gah, as if anyone cares. Oh well.

I can't be bothered with the original idea. maybe i'll do it later.

peace.