I miss this blog. It's been almost a year since I went over to Tumblr, but frankly, and it's not Tumblr's fault itself, but the community over there, at least for legit "blogging" is a joke. Just pointless, stupid, unoriginal reblogs of funny .gifs and cheesy pictures with lame quotes in helvetica.

Then again, I'm not the same guy that used to spend so much time on this thing. I look back at some of this shit, and I cringe, hard.

"Seriously, what a whiny, emo, little bitch!"

Sigh. Yeah. I like to think I've changed (a lot) since then.

But, I did read an article in the New York Times, that sort of tries to explain why I was such a.... yeah.

N.I.M.H. scientists also found a time lag between the growth of the limbic system, where emotions originate, and of the prefrontal cortex, which manages those emotions. The limbic system explodes during puberty, but the prefrontal cortex keeps maturing for another 10 years. Giedd said it is logical to suppose — and for now, neuroscientists have to make a lot of logical suppositions — that when the limbic system is fully active but the cortex is still being built, emotions might outweigh rationality.“The prefrontal part is the part that allows you to control your impulses, come up with a long-range strategy, answer the question ‘What am I going to do with my life?’ ” he told me. “That weighing of the future keeps changing into the 20s and 30s.”

From the aforementioned NYT Article.

I'm following this anonymous blogger on Tumblr, that's super refreshing, in that it's filled with just raw, unfiltered thoughts. I really like those kinds of blogs.

http://theinfinous.tumblr.com/

I even "reblogged" one of her posts on my own tumblr,

I DON’T.. WANT TO BE YOUR LOVER.

Really.

I just want to be your friend. I hope you realize that not every girl who tries to talk to you is trying to ‘get at’ you. Honestly, I’d just like to know you. Not necessarily in a romantic sense. For some reason, it’d give me a peace of mind to have a piece of your mind, and.. I hope you’ll excuse my, elementary attempts at rhymes.

I guess all I’ve been trying to say is,
I don’t want to love you, or hold you, or even mean the world to you.

I just want to be your friend.

Agreed. I'm sort of at this point. Relationships get fucking complicated fast. This approach is so much easier.

No one's probably reading this anyways, and it actually feels sort of nice, knowing that 68 random "followers" aren't in the bushes staring at you, so to speak.