We smoked the joints down to the roaches and then relaxed beneath the stars to let the drug form dazzling constellations.
~ S.a. Tawks
It was odd but I couldn't jump the chasm of missing evidence to the conclusion Todd was making.
Most would probably call it a dumb idea, but considering my wants it was a good idea.
It was an impossible achievement but that didn't stop me from trying and having fun.
What does that quote mean to you? Can you explain the concept behind it and not just repeat the pretty phrase to me?
Looking back really does make you wonder, but the truth is it doesn't change a thing.
Everyones' worst problems weigh the same, and it's up to you how heavy that weight is and how much you let it drag you down.
I didn't appreciate the moment as much as I should have while living it, but I can attribute that to my poor emotional state and hindsight.
Other times, when existential crisis mode kicked in, I flirted with the idea of giving up and drifting whichever way gravity and wind moved me.
Misadventure was my primary compass and I followed it without caring if I pissed off one person or a whole bunch of people.
It was a start, and a start is all anyone needs to put an end to something.
It was my duty as a mother to invade your privacy and search your room. I'm just glad you weren't hiding an illegal drug.
In a world of differing opinions, mentally unstable people and complete psychopaths, it was the type of simplistic notion that some people wouldn't want to follow or ignorance would just simply not allow them to understand.
I found it hard to get motivated because I found it hard to care.
My sense of misadventure took over and I began looking at my problems as challenges.
I wasn't pissed off, I was just robbed of most of the cocky confidence my cunningness had created.
I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.
Too much negativity can make the strongest structures dilapidate.
I found that disturbing the night's calm ambience was almost as gratifying as the ambience itself.
Maybe I should have given more thought to her thoughts.
Self-harm appealed to my sadness but I didn't let it coax me.
Would I come off as a creepy-stalker-kind-of-guy or would it demonstrate that I cared?
I'd developed an apology-is-much-better-than-asking-for-permission mentality.
A misadventurer's greatest fear is their mother.
My anger tempted the act of delinquency and it felt good to dabble.
The purpose of water is to drink it but we swim in it for the fun of it.
There were no snooty commuters at this late hour. They were home snug in their beds where they should be.
After spending the previous night the way I had, I felt I could afford to lose some of the daytime to sleep.
Maybe if you allowed me to blow off some steam, I wouldn't have been so frustrated when I had to find higher order fucking derivatives.
Acting with confidence, but inside lacking certainty, I'd told her I could.
They had to be untrustworthy enough to buy a minor alcohol but trustworthy enough to not walk away with my money.
One thing a girl loves more than a bad boy is a self-aware bad boy.
As long as you don't kill someone or seriously maim them, sure, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks as long as you have a good time.
Misadventure will always cause someone to be pissed off at you, because they don't know what degree you're willing to go to to satisfy your need for misadventure.
Substituting the discount rate for the ever increasing chance of death and a dollar for joy, joy today is worth more than joy tomorrow.
I'd been exposed to alternate ways of thinking and it seriously affected the way my mother had reared me.
A misadventure is an act that has a safer, less self-detrimental, less interesting alternative. But you choose that act because you want to do something memorable and worthy of discussion.
An adventurer has a purpose. Such as finding new lands and valuable treasures. A misadventurer, besides doing it for the hell of it and for a good time, doesn't really have a good purpose.
Misadventure asked what the harm was partaking in one more and I decided not to argue with her.
Patience, persistence and hard work lead to success and happiness. Or you can do whatever the hell you want and with a bit or a whole lot of luck you'll stumble onto success and happiness.
