Don't be a dick

Song of the Day: Hey Now by London Grammar

I wanted to write something eloquent today. And I can't. I'm not okay. I should be okay. I'm in Dublin, I should be having fun but I keep thinking that everything's wrong. Things are going sour again and whose fault is it? I want to blame myself, 'cause if it's me, then I can fix it, but if I'm not the one that's controlling things - if I'm not the one to blame, then who am I going to blame? I'm confused and angry, I'm sad and I'm lonely, and I'm not even sure why. What's happening? I feel like a spectator in my own show; I'm sitting here wondering, waiting, not knowing what's going on. Maybe I miss my friends from home. Maybe I miss my cat. Maybe all I need is to binge-watch a show. Maybe I'll never be okay. Maybe everything's going to be fine. 

What I'm trying to say is, I know nothing. I don't understand life, I don't understand people, I don't understand God, I don't understand the way the universe works. I'll never know and that's fine with me. But why do we have to make things complicated? Why are our thoughts clouded with fear? Why do we say things to make others feel bad? Why don't we just paint the world in true colours? Why don't we say what we think? We're not getting any younger. So why do we do the things we do?  Point is: don't be Jim Halpert. Don't let fear get in the way of what you want. Take risks, 'cause if you don't, you'll always mourn what you lost. Also, don't be a dick.