Whenever I finish a drink from Starbucks I ask myself, now would I rather have had that or a gallon of gas? They are after all about the same price. But every time without fail I choose the Starbucks drink because I don’t think I could keep down a gallon of gas.

I like using the big stall in restrooms. It’s like the master bedroom.

Chipotlag: when a Chipotle-caused nap messes up your sleep schedule.

It’s interesting how many old friends stay in touch by sending me spam. I’m always so excited to see I got an email from them . . . but then when it’s spam I think, ‘This is all our friendship meant to you?’ Then the tears flow freely.

I like to imagine thousands of tiny screams while washing my hands.

I was chewing gum the other day and thought ‘Wow! This flavor really stays for a long time’. Then I started thinking about the scientists who research how to make flavor last longer. As kids they probably had dreams of curing cancer when they grew up and that’s why they studied science, but then they didn’t get those jobs, so they had to settle for gum research. Suddenly I was really sad that my gum tasted so good.

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas. Now look back and plan ahead. This week is a time in-between times. Cheers to wintry reflection!

What if the moon strikes a chill deep in your heart? What if these frozen houses mean nothing? What if achieving the middle class doesn’t mean success? What if you were required to love all things and nothing less? What if your friends were all you had? What if the cold air you feel swarming your skin is the greatest pleasure you’ll have, the feeling of having a body? What if life were complicated? What if the truths of it were buried deep, and you choose only to tread, and you never find anything? What if growth was hard? What if it left you pale and with nothing but the crumbled dirt of your precious treasures? What if you didn’t have a home? What if no one in the world is really looking out for you? When they leave they think of other things, and you’re the only one who’s ever with you? What if you only thought about chasing the things you do because of the culture you live in? What if you chase them because other people do, but those people don’t know what good those things are either? What if advertising affected you far more than you realized? What if you weren’t meant to be a consumer? What if breaking out of these lifestyles meant pain? What if the choices of others were infinitely irrelevant to what you should do? What if free will was real? What if you were a soul? What if the world is waiting for your action, your move, your life? What if everything was chillingly real? What if we can move past the suburbs? What if love, the kind that stretches a lifetime, really matters? What if you could determine the rest of your life by just uttering the word ‘safety’? What if God is still reaching for you, in ways you can’t even see? What if moments of inspiration are the true ones, and the lifeless ones have less to do with reality than anything? What if you were a real individual, truly alone at the core, and playing to other people’s dead expectations truly meant to live a failed life? What if you could do far better? What if a gasping adventure was an arm’s reach away? What if you turned around and you found that everything in that direction made sense? What if death suddenly occupied your days? What if this world and these people and everything you see was part of a beautiful universe and it stretches for billions of miles in all directions from you but at the point of you is a pumping, breathing soul that takes it all in, and is shocked with a trembling love for it all? What if your heart resides deep in the earth, where you are curiously permanently etched into the story of it all? What if you are the whole story of it, that it is truly in the heart of man that the world happens, for you are the only individual that will ever see the entire spinning universe from the single pivot point of the your eyes, your heart, your cold and foggy breath? What if the world was so beautiful it seemed impossible for it to mean nothing?

What hurts is not when people don’t understand you; it’s when they don’t try to.

How much evidence have you given people of what you think? So much of what we express is quite simple. How do you express the complicated?

“It only takes one line to change someone’s life.”

There are two types of college students. There are those who have no idea why they are in college, and those who know exactly why they are in college: to party.

When people feel they can’t get something, they give up caring.

So many have lost their original desires.

I thought I deserved you. And because I thought that, I didn’t.                       

The deception is slow and smiles as it comes, for no one planned on becoming a miser.  We can only fall into these disgusting lives of failure because our memories are weak.

I am much too extroverted to ever accomplish anything but a lot of little friendships.

You look at the picture of the ocean and feel so alive and think no one else could ever know. But the reason that picture exists is that other people feel the same thing that you do.  Thus the picture doesn’t show that only you feel; it shows the exact opposite. 

The world turns you into what it wants. Be unreasonable.