The Kids Next Door and Courage one got to me.
You don’t know how a person really is until you stop becoming friends with them. It’s not the fact that you start to hate on them, but you see everything that you were blinded by in the first place. When people warn you to watch out for that person, of course you’re going to tell them, ”yeah yeah, I got it.” but you DON’T, considering if that was your BEST friend. Since that person is your best friend, you’re only going to see the good in the person, and when the bad comes out, you tend to ignore it and say, ”That’s still my best friend.” But once you part separate ways you understand what people were trying to tell you in the first place. They warned you. They looked out for you. They didn’t want you to get hurt. And it finally snaps in your head. You realize how much of that ”best friend” really is. You understand that since you guys aren’t friends anymore that they’re just a bad person overall. You see the flaws in them, you see what people were trying to make you understand about them. So what I think is that we need to stop being close minded JUST because that one person may be our best friend.
Apparently my house is the ”go-to-when-we-skip-school-because-no-other-cribs-are-open house.
”When a good thing goes bad, it’s not the end of the world. It’s just the end of the world, that you had with one girl.”
No matter how intelligent you may be; intelligence is NOT something you should be using to bash on people. The ego you have needs to be hammered down. I understand that people are smart asses, but whenever there is an argument or discussion you can’t always say, ” I’m intelligent so I’m right.” You need to accept other people’s opinions instead of telling them that they’re wrong. Especially over a debate. Debates are simply of people’s own opinions, what they think, and why they think it. No one is wrong.
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
— ~unknown (via deepest-affection)
He enjoys arguing with those who are beneath of his age. He assumes those who are even a slight bit younger to be known as inconsiderate and to lack knowledge. He laughs. The grin on his face, in his mind, ”age measures knowledge.” False. The logic of this poor man is not at his greatest as well, as there is much to learn from this world and what it may offer; age should not be rolled in part for. The look on his face shows lack of potential, shows nothing more than a man filled with conceitedness. You can see the pride in his eyes. And that man, is what I used to know of him.