Sweet Cynicism

I’ve used the “my-hand-has-been-injured-please-treat-me-special” card a couple of times. Only now I have two assignments due on Tuesday and I’m five days behind on conceptualising and image generating for the screen-printing project I mentioned previously.

I realise more and more that I really don’t understand people. When I was younger my friends and I would have some intriguing conversations and it would be quite profound at the time. I don’t know if: I’ve lost that facet of my personality; I’ve outgrown the “wisdom” I used to have; or my idealist soul is caramelising into relativism by way of my cynicism – not to say that relativism is sweet in any way.

Maybe I’ve just been jaded.

Current Soundtrack: Crawling by Scapegoat Wax