Friends. All kinds.

I haven’t written in a while. Doesn’t matter. I have to write about something that interests people universally in order to get attention. How do you even get a blog post featured? Good timing? I wonder how many people actually visit this and don’t read a word before clicking a link to the main wordpress.com site or the ‘previous page’ button. LAME. It reminds me of those small business commercials. You know. The commercials where the huge corporation kicks around or ignores the small businesses (Just to inform you, I think there is something to be said for small, locally owned businesses-much better than the biggys). I had another point. Lost it. Errr…. oh well. This wasn’t even what I intended to write about but hey, it’s what came to mind right when I started typing my original idea. No one will read this. Here it goes anyway:

Friends. You can have best-friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, funny friends, stupid friends, great friends, work friends, insert-any-adjective-here friends, so on and so on. I want to narrow this down to specific groups of friends but I know it’s different for everyone. Probably and hopefully. Maybe you don’t have this type of thing or you are always this way. I keep droning on. I have some friends, and a girlfriend, that I am proud to call friends and know why I call them so. They make me more outgoing. Thats it. It’s so simple yet so complicated. There’s more underlying the whole outgoing part, like a web of sorts. I would like to not expand. I’ll leave it to you to apply this in anyway to yourself if you want. Only speculating. 

Good-bye.

The Blues.

Theodore sat in his room upon his half-made, queen-sized bed. A set, mattress and box-frame, he received from his grandma a few years back. Fully customized with after-market creaks and a bed frame an inch too big. He was now looking at the sheets. They were bunched up in the corner as if someone attempted to make the bed, stopping after sliding the sheet over one corner. He thought himself a slob, a complete mess. Three seconds later he wasn’t thinking at all. He was looking down at the mattress. He noticed the floral pattern: a pale shade of pink set on a tan background. The two mixing for an overall color tone that reminded him of the sepia feature on digital cameras. He thought: How pointless the floral pattern is. Why do mattress companies even bother? People just cover it up anyways with colored sheets, some with patterns. Oh well. He dropped it.

Theodore, also known as Theo, is simply simple-minded. He is one of the K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple Stupid) method believers. His grandfather was the one to initially introduce the method to Theo…..