Funny Things

I've thought of a lot of funny things (that may or may not actually be funny) recently: It's funny how I got duped into a prog...


I've thought of a lot of funny things (that may or may not actually be funny) recently:

  • It's funny how I got duped into a program that, despite my initial hesitation towards it, has made me cement my ideas on what I want to do with my life.
  • Yet, it is also funny how I constantly feel like I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.
  • It's funny how I find out more about myself in times of my great hilarious fuck ups -like how when I don't like something, I become entirely, and I mean, entirely uninterested and will ignore it regardless of the consequences.
  • It's funny how I've always had this deep fear of being alone, and yet I have come to appreciate alone time.
  • It's funny how I consider myself a quiet person and yet people will describe me as loud and totemo-out-there.
  • It's funny how I realize that maybe not a lot of people know me, then.
  • It's funny how I've got all these ideas, these wonderful ideas, in my head and still feel the utmost lack of motivation to do anything.
  • It's funny how often I think of just ending.
  • It's funny how much I think nowadays. I think too much -I think that's all I do.
  • It's funny how much I over-value myself.
  • It's funny how much I think of myself as a creative when the only creative things I've thought of are that of thinking up ways to not do things.
  • Wait -that could totally be a story prompt.
  • It's funny how I sit here, typing away at 11:44pm with thoughts that make you think I was blogging at 3-in-the-am had I not told you the time in which I was actually blogging.
  • It's funny how often I catch myself thinking about how strange my text-speaking pattern is, and I love it.
  • It's funny how often I think about deleting myself from the internet.
  • It's funny how selfish I am.
  • It's funny how often I think of a totemo platonic relationship that I can be truly comfortable in.
  • It's funny how often I daydream of an intimacy that doesn't give me tingles or shivers or an unholy feeling of butterfly-bliss in my stomach. I dream of an intimacy that feels like a creeping warmth that starts at my fingertips, to my palms, to the rest of my body. I don't want an intimacy that takes my breath away. I want an intimacy that makes me feel like I'm under four-thousand feet of water and I'm. still. breathing. I don't want sparks. I want to be able to slowly close my eyes and drift away in silence in a steady river flow like fucking Pocahontas steady as the beating drum. 
  • Hot damn -that should be a separate post.
  • It's funny how I still cannot for the life of me, remember how to spell 'separate'.
  • It's funny how much I've gravitated towards pink things.
  • It's funny how often I think about being elsewhere, doing other things.
  • It's funny how often I think about how I don't know what warm nights feel like.
  • It's funny how often I think.
  • IT'S FUNNY HOW I TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING THIS POST, GO ON TUMBLR AND SEE SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY AMAZING THAT I AM NOW IN THIS AMAZING, HOPEFUL MOOD.
  • Maybe I shouldn't delete my tumblr.
  • It's funny how moody I am.
  • It's also funny how, if this were someone else, I'd think it were adorable.
  • It's funny how fucking narcissistic and in love with myself I am.
  • I wouldn't find it funny if you didn't realize those last two points were a joke.
  • It's funny how stupid some people of the world is, and at the same time, they live with people that are absolutely brilliant. I wonder who feels more ashamed.
  • It's funny how I feel this post may not end properly.
  • It's funny how I have such strong feelings about things -there is no in between.
  • It's funny how long this has gotten.
  • So it has come to this.

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3 COMMENTS

  1. It's funny how I've always had this deep fear of being alone, and yet I have come to appreciate alone time.

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  2. i liked that one the most :) Miss you, D!

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  3. Dear Ms. Nichie,

    I have reopened my old Tumblr blog from 2011/2012 (not entirely sure) and I found our old messages. We just talked about your love for the Italian language and maybe starting a correspondence/penpal thingy but just through hand written notes and not online. You don't know me and personally I don't know you. You probably don't remember me but I remember your blog. (okay I honestly sound a bit creepy). I just wanted to follow some personal blogs again and typed in domanichie and this came up. I have no idea if this is even you. If it is then great! Hi! If it's not then I am so freakin' sorry.

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