Is it possible to be so sure of something and then have doubts later on?

I guess adrenaline, elation, and joy are liars. They just make you feel like there's not a care in the world because right at that moment when you're feeling all happy, you get tricked into thinking nothing else matters.

But it matters. Everything matters.

So when you're home and it's two in the morning, you start thinking of the day's events and what significance they carry only to find out that it wasn't really what you thought it was.

And then you're fucked.

Maybe living day-by-day and doing things on a whim isn't what it's cracked out to be. Then again, maybe it's the way you look at things. Or rather, that you look at things in the first place.

I suppose the answer to the question is that it's possible. All things are possible. In this case, you just have to learn to ignore it and just roll with it.

This post is one week late and as much as I would like to say that I have another week's full of wise words to add to what I originally wanted to say, I unfortunately don't.

All I have to say is that by turning another year older, I'm expected to act like I accumulated another year's worth of maturity. And that pretty much sucks because I don't think I want to act mature all the time. In fact, I actually act immature most of the time.

So, you see now how this could be a problem for me? Yes, I'm going to have to grow up one day but that one day is not going to be this year.

I'll leave the maturity thing to when I turn twenty three. That's as good an age as any other to finally be a grown up. Until then, I'll be as childish, immature, kiddy, reckless, and whatever word you can find under the sun, as I can. (=