#dramatic mood

[kentospicer]

I can't forget the first episode of Xiaolin Showdown and why I identify with Raimundo

Okay, they're getting involved with magical artifacts and constant training ..

Whatever! The boy is worried about his bed and where he's going to sleep!

Nobody warned you in advance that you'd spend the rest of your life sleeping on the floor, Rai. I completely understand why you slipped up by joining Heylin 😔/J

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[anirod23]

The Disadvantage of thinking Too Much

When we have nothing important to do or we can't do anything because of some changes of itinerary, we end up doing the stupidest things, or thinking of anything (internalizing, reminiscing, realizing or analyzing), or just doing nothing at all, staring nowhere. We tend to be lazy. We have the luxury of time, so who cares if we waste it?

Among all enumerated above, I have to say, after being prevented to enter the campus because of another rally (which I find distasteful; I mean yeah, it is their right to rally, to address their grievances but it should be done in the right manner, done in due process, without having to compromise the student's welfare. And blocking the gates is definitely a violation to others' rights.) I can say I felt a bit discouraged and lazy and the most done option for me was thinking. I have started to read a novel, I have opened my social networking accounts, I even slept for a couple of hours but I used my time generally in pondering. I was thinking, was thinking too much, and it wasn't healthy.  I've thought of many things but I spent most of it thinking of someone. Having the luxury of time made me think about him immensely. I have analyzed, tried to decipher his actions and most of all tried to see the meaning of the situation. Too much thinking indeed hurt me. It made me realize things that I still try to deny somehow. I'm still hoping that I became somehow important to him last semester. I'm still hoping that I'm important to him now. Yet I should not fool myself. If I was important to him, his actions would have shown much care or desire. If I'm important to him now, it should have been evident in his actions, he should have done more, he should have done something. Maybe it was really just my illusion that he liked me back, that he likes me back... He will never like me. How would he? I'm a nobody. How the hell did I sustained this feeling for months? How can I be crazy about someone who isn't crazy about me? how can I be head over heels with someone who doesn't even know that this feelings of mine exist? How can I like him that much, when I always feel unwanted and rejected by him?

yes, I may be over thinking or over acting but I would have never felt this if no slight sense of truth lies therein.