why do nice guys finish last.

love is something thats ever so complicated yet simple. a smile, or a twisted tale of x numbers of girls and guys entangled within a drama-tale. it might take a lot of effort to even light that first spark, or it could nuclearise the entire surroundings with just a simple twitch of the body, faster than you have even read this sentence. or then again, what is love? how do you know you actually have fallen for someone? how do you measure it? to what degree do you define it? for you, that warm hug sets it straight, but for some other humanoids with emotions, love might only be a decision after marriage.

oh my god. what am i ranting about. whee. cleared stuff off my chest today. felt kinda great, but at the same time regretful. which is precisely the exact reason why i have been procrestinating this feat. then again, it actually felt better than expected. oh, the pessimist within me. always portraying the very worse of situations as the one that's dead set to happen. whish bish. there's always the occasional blue moon, you know. life can actually be decent and live-able. sometimes.

decisions. i hate decisions to be honest. but life is all about decisions. as quoted from maritess, god gives us all decisions to make in life. they are all within our capabilities, you just have to chose which path you want to choose. the fact that it actually does stay in my brain for more than the tick of the clock means that i agrees with it much. makes sense, doesn't it? everything's yes or no, choose. that decision will lead on to another, and another, and so on. so, sidetracked, yes i hate making the obscenely ginormous counts of decisions daily. being whiney, i would put it as it's something i dont like, so why why why. but really. sometimes, it gets all to tiresome to keep up with all those mentally challenging situations where it's the importance of both or more choices weigh pretty equally. and then you have to carefully analyse, are there anymore factors?

whee. i really do think to much. it would be much simplier to just say yes or no, and see how it goes. accept the shit that life throws at you. or more, if for that matter.

just like little kids. skipping all 19 year old females whose maternal instincts have tremedously kicked in at an alarming rate that they are cute and whatsnot, the point here is more of their mentality. simple, and undivided. they dont weigh the pro's and con's, they dont consider the outcome, they dont care if their parents are glaring at them with a whip in hand, they simply see which toy box is more colourful. and so, maybe thats why their lives are the same too.