#bathtimebanter

hands go pruney around twice as quickly as feet do, probably due to the the skin on the feet being much harder and thicker. 

i can't cope with things i can't control, if i can't solve the problem it stamps on my mind until it is resolved someway or another. i don't want to be viewed as a control freak, and it's not that i want things to be my own way, it's just i want to be able to make a difference, and fix problems.

i keep trying to blame attributes on a certain event. and to be fair anything that has ever gone wrong since that point, probably isn't entirely down to that. although i keep using it to blame everything on.

i dwell too much on things i can't change. that have gone. accept flux. 

we're probably our most beautiful right before death, at the point where we resemble a supernova or a planetary nebula before it shrinks into a white dwarf or a neutron star at the point when we let go.

i wish they made waterproof paper, so i could draw in the bath.

if you can't open the bottle of conditioner and you smash the cap on you're knee to open it, it will hurt.  

emotions work in equilibrium. maybe like a sine curve. periods of elation always follow periods of deflation, in my head anyway. it's safer not to get too happy, and then you know you won't feel too upset in the following hours/days.

alternatively, if emotions were balanced where on earth would we get inspiration from, and sometimes sadness is enjoyable to the point at which it accentuates the goodness. [ie, without dark there is no light]

overall, i concluded it was better to feel pain than to feel nothing.