Twentysomething

I have a tendency to moralize.  Right|Wrong.  Oh no, I don't moralize for me; as with all great moralizers, I direct my best against other people.  I'm usually right, but in any given situation, I can come up with a standard "appropriate" answer.

At some point, there is a limit to my dealing with sad unhappy bitter people who take their misery out on other people by making their jobs absolute hell.

How Americans think about our government is interesting, and I think many of our concepts about property rights and individualism have affected how we interpret the Bible and not the other way around.

Jumping through the void requires a lot of letting go.  When you jump, you can't take a lot with you.

Looked at slews of grad school applications in the past 5 hours.  Tests and recommendation letters and essays and the immense difficulty of concentrating on something I know can hardly be truthfully me.

Are we all screaming infidelities against the fairies of our youth?  Our indiscretions laid bare to the unblinking darkness; silence crashing around our laughters. Words are rubbish.  Only the things unspoken takes flight. Back from the Arizona deserts and the Quebec roads and I feel fine.  Fine to shed off