when i learnt how my time had been wasted

so it's officially the last day of work!

in a minute (after i'm done with this post, that is) i'm gonna take care of a few last minute tasks and then it should be freedom. we're probably gonna head out to my grandma this weekend, or on the first few days of next week.

but before that--i met up with a good friend of mine the other day. a girl whose visions and desires are far far different than mine --i've known her for about 3 years now. we had had a very enlightening conversation a couple of weeks ago--when i had asked her about somethingi heard and we had figured out that we have been both lied to on the matter. me especially--i knew people would talk behind your back or misintrepret your words but dear god i never though people would so bluntly and openly and pathetically lie.

i mean let's face--we all talk about people and we all carry on what we heard from someone to someone entirely different--girls, boys, young, old--everybody does it. and i'm fine with it, i mean, i'll try to be as true and brave as i can but even i slip from time to time. which in itself will turn out to be a nightmare if you get obsessed with the whole unsecrecy thing. but that certainly doesn't mean you get to go around and bash people all you want. my personal scale works as this--if i can't say it to someone's face, then i don't say it behind their back. and if i can't say it to their faces that means mostly either i'm wrong or that i'm overdramatizing the whole deal. and to this day it worked out fine with me, i managed to keep my head light and my heart proud.

anyway--never before in my life though i had noticed that people lie the way a person i know does. it's funny, and sad, and really weird. you know the whole systematic misunderstanding deal of that horrid freedman, well, i think that could apply to me and people who lie like that. it makes you wonder how their brain works--and boy how deadly scared they must be to live their own lives--sad, broken, empty with all the shortcomings of their talents--to actually just randomly create something entirely unrealistic.

now i'm not saying these to be mean--i'm just genuinely confused. it should be a very unhappy life to wanna escape the way they do.

for i have said here before, i think you lie only and only when you're afraid. it's as simple as that.

then this song came up on my ipod while i was walking out of the subway station and i remembered how great of a song it was:



Led Zeppelin Plaza Hotel,New York June 1977

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