Last night an old 'friend' of mine msn me. That was a surprise, I gotta be honest to you. He was probably ( I am 87% sure ) that he was drunk again, which is never a surprise. But if you ever have a 'friend' that you have known for years, whom you always see him/her never sober, you get really Really disappointed and pity that person. I think everyone is like a porcupine sometimes. Some people get to be like that when they are drunk/ high/ hurt.
I used to be innocent (?) enough to believe that when a person goes to that Porcupine Status, he gets ugly and defensive and sharp and it can hurt other people really easily. I thought I can be someone special to have that power to open his arms, disarm him and tickle the soft porcupine belly, to make him laugh from his heart. BUT NO! I got hurt from him! When I was foolish enough to try to get into his hug, then I realize Porcupines Have Needles On His Belly Too! It may not be the same thing Animal Planet tells you, but in my imaginative theory, Porcupine People do have needles everywhere around them.
Like how the vet says, you gotta know the boundary between you and your porcupine friend!
So I went to a conclusion for myself this morning. Never Ever try to pick out the needles for that porcupine, Don't even think you are really that someone special. You are never that special person, not until he disarms himself for you! And, you can only get close with a porcupine unless you are a porcupine yourself. Sounds logical, huh? Wow, I really like this place. I mean I have thought a lot about that porcupine theory last night, but thoughts were wandering around my head. Now I write it done here, EVERYTHING makes total sense.
Good! So, I will tell you guys more about that interesting magazine later. Here is a picture that I found on Facebook last night. For those of you who have birthday party soon. ;) Enjoy
And I will now finish my bag of Cheddar Cheese ( So Freaking Good! ) and my History notes. While you should check out the new Google Project Glass, super cool!
Talk to you guys next time, and don't forget to wear deodorant!
Haha, bye for now.
Love, S.
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