Tralfamadore Wisdom

I hate to be really depressing but hey this is my blog, made for you, read by you, shiz. A'ight still mine.

I wish time could freeze and/or I could see in four dimensions. Allow me to explain...
In english we've been reading a book by the title of Slaughterhouse Five. This title in itself sounds nothing like a girl that has been compared to Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. However, it's all about topics that I put so much thought into, sadly enough. My thoughts are more depressing than my actions and words. I want the world to be a better place, so I plan and expect the bad but try to change my expectations to have a better, more beautiful outcome.

In the book, the main character Billy was abducted by aliens and also travels through time. Both of these concepts give me that pit in the bottom of my stomach kind of vibe, but quite interesting. Billy is taught by the Tralfamadorians that time is the fourth dimension, so when someone dies they can see the entire path of their life and know that it was a good life. Instead of mourning, they say, "So it goes," just as life goes and keeps moving through time.

I really want the world to stop in the middle of last week. I had the best friends a girl could ever ask for, and I was exhausted but so happy to be living the way I wanted to, surrounded. I wish that my one best friend would stop acting weird like he did today. I wish that my girl would know that things get better. I wish I had more ink in my henna pen. I wish I could trust that people can stay together or at least just give each other a chance. I wish I could talk to my old best friend, but she has a new life that none of us will ever know. All of these, I had complete confidence in. All I can think right now is "so it goes."

I don't need the sympathy or anything, but I wish that things would all go in the direction I would like them to. I plan for the worst and hope for the best, but something in the middle is happening, and I can't handle the jumbled-ness.

My new favorite quote is also from this book. It is far too long to put on the right side bar, so it goes... Here.
"The main thing now was to find the steering wheel. At first, Billy windmilled his arms, hoping to find it by luck. When that didn't work, he became methodical, working in such a way that the wheel could not possibly escape him. He placed himself hard against the left-hand door, searched every square inch of the area before him. When he failed to find the wheel, he moved over six inches, and searched again. Amazingly, he was eventually hard against the right-hand door, without having found the wheel. He concluded that somebody had stolen it. This angered him as he passed out. He was in the back seat of his car, which was why he couldn't find the steering wheel."