Recent BBQs: I feel lost. Mommy says it's cuz I've grown-up. Wierd's e irony in e regret nw over my childhood dream of growing-up quickly realising.
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I bet all the real geniuses in this world alr figured this out: the best way to live is to bury yourself in the crowd and be a commoner.

Compared to a normal person, your ingenuity lends to a greater achievement powers on your part, and living becomes easier than ever since in relativity, expectations of the average person they think you to be is really, really low expectations to you.

The only thing is probably the regret of not being able to live out your own expectations, and the guilt of not fully utilising your god-bestowed gift to perform miracles on a regular basis.

Nevertheless, it's a good way to live an easy life being viewed as a lowly common retard. OKAY, mabbe not to e extent of being retarded, but rather, jt an average person... an averagee. And an averagee with unbelievably good luck, who's able surprise everyone with an "accidental" act of genius when the blue moon hangs overhead.

"Blue moon hangs overhead." Ohmygawd, wad e hell was it with tt statement. I tend to twist idioms too much and still hope pple can see which original idiom it came from and hopefully grasp my meaning in btwn... muz change, muz change... but I digress...

In any case, I'm nt going anywhr purposeful if I live on like hw I'm living right nw... instead of being the "lucky averagee" whom I theorised wld live e best kinda life... I'm in fact doing somewhat e exact mirror: spreading myself too thin, trying to be e elite man I'm nt. Everybody wants everything from me, but after I've given everything, it seems tt nobody's thankful, as if all this was onli within expectations of me. It's like, "Aiyahh... nvm larr, he'll prolly say 'it's nth, dunnid to thank me' or smth along e lines one larr. Besides, he so busybody he'll surely help me again next time one larr. den if everytime he's being nice oso muz thank him, very tiring one lehh..."

No? Well, tts wad e vibes of e pple around me make me feel. Additional, nice to have, but by no means indispensable.

I thot back on wad Hamster said, tt I'm "perhaps too nice" for my own good. =((

And I recalled Mr. Pang's words, tt nobody rmbs nice deeds for a very long time, and nobody forgets e terrible things one does for a very long time. IMHO it's more of "pple'll rmb you for e things tt you've done tt's in contrary to your personality as they perceive it". Analogically, it's likened to a piece of paper. If you scribble something, however small, on it, with the ink of a distinctly opposite colour, it'll stand out like an erected dick. Yet no matter how you smudge it with ink of e same colour as e paper, it still doesn't look as if anything has been done...

So nw there're 2 ends to e types of lives one can live... to be yourself, and be spit upon for being ordinary and boring and never expect to be thanked by fellow ungrateful citizens of e world no matter how hard you strive, or to betray your own heart and live it e hard way, so tt everytime you do smth in symmetry to your beliefs and hoped to be thanked, you will be.

No easy choice, which way will YOU live?