#tworandomducks

Awhile ago I used to set a ten minute timer and just write about shit and sometimes it comes out mopey or depressing but it was pretty necessary and I’ve sort of let my writing blog fall off recently and I need to get back on that.

Recently things have been going sideways. I haven't always been a person that knows what he wants but I’ve always figured out a way to get it. But now it seems like I’ve had a polarity switch; now I know what I want but it’s a carrot on  a stick. The harder I run the closer it seems. Nothing really world-ending has happened, but my inability to get out of my own way is starting to get on my nerves. I hate that it takes me thirty dollars to get drunk while my friends get wasted off of two Karbachs and a lemon drop. I hate that it’s getting harder to see colors the way I used to and now everything is just a bunch of random letters and numbers. 

#0101DF is blue. 

#000000 is black. So is #071019. 

[as a preface I don’t remember faces, so I barely recognize repeat customers] I have this one guy who comes in and orders an americano and when I ask if he’d like it hot or iced he replies with “seriously?  No real coffee drinker drinks iced coffee” and scoffs.  Every time I want to inform him that americanos are actually named such because europeans are making fun of the weak ass coffee americans drink.  People are dumb, and I hope that woman’s child was running around until midnight that night *high five*

Wouldn’t the Reverse Butterfly Effect mean that the small things don’t matter? Like living in a world with no consequences, the world that criminals and the wealthy live in.