I hate how things develope. What i think/expect to happen, well it doesn't. this is something that iritates me endlessly.

I step out on a limb and am quickly hurled down to the knotty rooted dirty ground. ALl humbled, im thinking what the fuck just happened. I was 96.7% certain that that particular branch would hold me. and those are good odds. But as if snapping in two and dropping me , i'd give it a good 13 feet, wasn't enough. I also have to be clunked in the head with, alas another branch, putting me in my place completely. I never thought my ego was that big, and i assure not only you but myself (again) that it isn't. So why did i think this particular branch wouldn't snap? Or maybe i knew it would snap, and just didn't want to let the oppertunity of having it maybe not split, which could have led to an even greater view of the vast horizon of life i was dreaming/gazing on. The cruel interworkings of nature, they leave me not only blushed, but shame faced as well.

It is good for me. REALLY good for. Its good not to get what you want every now and again.

Do what you like. ANd fuck the rest.