Blah blah blah

I just accidentally turned the printer on with my foot and it scared me half to death.

I feel like half of what I hear in this world can be reduced like a fraction. It all boils down to 3 words, blah, blah, blah. Do you ever feel like you keep hearing the same things over and over and there is no new thought EVER? This comes from my own dissatisfaction and under-appreciation for repetition. Ok. That's not it. That's me being ridiculously optimistic again. Sometimes giving the benefit of the doubt doesn't progress anything, it just makes people feel good. And sometimes making people feel good isn't what's best for them either. And sometimes if you truly love someone, you will have to make a difficult decision that will make them feel bad.

Don't ask where this is coming from. These are late night random ponderings. It's only 11:15, I know. This is why I don't stay up later because the ponderings become increasingly more random.