While I am very guilty of it myself — who isn’t? — I don’t understand the point in being passive aggressive. What exactly does it accomplish that simply just saying what’s on your mind couldn’t? And what exactly is on your mind?

Judging or condemning someone for things that are out of their control, especially when it has absolutely no relevance to you, is cowardly. If that is the only leg you have to stand on within an argument, you have no right to be arguing in the first place.
 
I thought friends were supposed to be supportive and loving, to help you push forward in your life; not hold you back by kicking you when you’re down.
It both saddens and frustrates me that there are people out there who derive pleasure from other peoples pain and watching them squirm when they exploit it.

Another thing that’s been on my mind lately is symbolism.

I try my hardest to be as logical, rational, and objective of a person as possible — but there are just those moments you let yourself get caught up in, where everything within your immediate vicinity seems to align with your heart. All at once, that perfect song comes on your iPod, you just drove by that place, it’s that time of year, and even that plastic bag blowing in the wind calls forth some memory that sends you on a time warp into the past. A memory that jerks on your heartstrings, until you see the entire world around you in rose-tinted glasses. Everything around you is somehow both the world and your subconscious screaming at you to relive this fleeting moment in time.

It’s so strange how the mind can warp coincidence into fate and make your heart feel heavier than a brick, with only a few ordinary, but recognizable, visual and audio cues. How it can trick you into a trip down memory lane, and coerce you into feelings you’d thought you’d long since forgotten or at least repressed.

This might be the most obvious or profound thing I’ve ever come to realize — but consciousness is all one big coping mechanism; everything we think and feel is an illusion to aid in the survival and advancement of our species.

(Or maybe me saying that is a defensive coping mechanism on it’s own. Feeling feelings is strange, says the girl with the perpetually broken heart.)

What a contradictory and confusing post. These exhaustion fueled ramblings have made my head start to hurt.