Late Night Philosophy
One day, my friend decided to call me on my house phone. He told me about his new account on WordPress. So, I decided to make one.
It made me wonder about him. It made me think about him. Anyone who reads this, except for maybe only three to five people, will not understand what I had just recently went through. Anyone who reads this, except for those three to five people, will not know what happened the past week.
To listen to his voice, to hear how he talks, what about it? It baffles me. Pondering over it will get me nowhere. However, shall I just forget it? I’m half-asleep as I type this. It’s 1:42 (AM). What’s going on? Things… I just don’t understand.
Earlier today, I had the ultimate philosophy. “All we really want to do with our lives, is to be chill.” Think about it. No worries. I even thought about if someone died, how I wouldn’t actually care that much. Would the deceased want you to be sad? Sure, you were close to them, and were possibly like a brother to them. But, you’d cry at their funeral, because you’ll never have any good times anymore. In reality, you should just take one more look back, and move on. It’s a long process, thinking of all those memories. The good and the bad. What must we do, now that they’re gone? Move on. You’ll meet up with them, again.
It’s late times like this, I question myself, “Why am I staying up so late?” I’m not sleepy. I don’t want to go to sleep. I don’t feel like falling asleep. I just feel like blogging. I have a song stuck in my head. “Wishing”, by A Flock of Seagulls. Nice song, by the way. Why is it in my head? Is it because of my friend? People would immediatly call this “gay”. Well, I simply understand it as “embrace”. Is that even the right word for it?
If I told everybody of the close bond I have with my friend, they would surely call me “gay”. I am not. Neither is he. We’re just close, and him and I know how to accept each other, and are comfortable with each other; stuff like that. In fact, we are probably closer than any other couple of friends. We call each other “brother”. Other guys call each other, “like brothers”.
It’s a late night. It is 1:51, now. I feel like if I go on further, I’ll say too much, and put something on here that will scare most people. I will close for the night, with the next paragraph. How much you wanna bet, it’ll be the longest one?
People’s minds are clouded with so many ideas. For example, I download pictures everyday. One of my other friends replied to this, “Oh really? Who?” To which I responded, “Dude, not pornography.” You see? I simply said to this guy, “I’m just downloading pictures.” And, that’s basically what I was doing, downloading pictures. I actually had to explain to him, “I download artistic pictures.” But, whatever. People and their clouded minds. Ha! It makes me laugh. Just like this bond I have with my friend. If I told people about this bond, they’d swear to God we were gay. Ha ha ha!! It makes me laugh. But, it will also upset me, because they simply don’t understand. What must I do to make people understand? Hey, I don’t have to make anyone understand anything. Understanding things is a one-way street. I can only drive you so far, before I say, “Hey, I wanna make a turn.” I don’t know if that was the correct metaphor, for it. But, I’m saying that I can only help you understand this bond. Only you can make you understand it. Too long, have people misunderstood me. And, too much time wasted, have I spent trying to help people understand. This bond that he and I have; I’ll not speak of it. I will simply say; we are close; we are brothers; we are not gay; we are misunderstood. But, reading about somebody writing about somebody they call they “brother”, and how they’re not gay, seems kinda gay, doesn’t it? This late night philosophy; the theme is “understanding”. Just simply… understanding. I write no more. I’ve had enough. I shall retire for the day, and regain consciousness, because I have no idea what I’m typing right now.
Also, people die, if they are killed…
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