Enlightenment At Eleven

I realized two things waiting in line at Seven Eleven.

1. Pot is bad. I saw this one tattoed guy there, and he had trouble picking out fried chicken. "Yeah, yeah, go for the big one - the nice looking one". My friends may claim that marijuana isn't addictive and doesn't pose serious health effects. However, it does make you something I fear worse than addiction and death, because both of them can be beaten, the second by someone much higher than me. (Good God, I hope no one reads this). It's being a loser.

2. I have never known what it's like to be in love with someone who loves me back. Not even close. Not even wingless love (that's Byron-ese for friendship). But on the other hand, screw it. Life goes on. Even if I don't find someone, I'm still me. I still exist. I'm still alive.

Anyway, I'm sorry for whomever should read this.