I've never been one for a blog, when you boil it down- it's just a glorified diary. But then again, the term "journal" sounds somewhat less pathetic, doesn't it? And a "blog"? Now we're getting there. Tonight's been interesting, and I'm feeling like writing, so here we go.
Joking aside, I've been thinking a lot lately. If you hold low expectations about what's going to happen, you're never really disappointed, are you? On the other hand, is it really healthy/good to live without hoping for something? Most of the time, it seems that the hope or anticipation is so much better than what actually takes place. From that perspective, why wouldn't one just want to live in that place? Sometimes it's so much better to just pretend.