Ironic Tangent

I would say allow me to go off on a tangent, but I feel that tangents are for angry people with nothing to say. And I have things to say. Oh boy, do I have things to say. But on some level I’d rather stay silent…because clarity seems like it should be silent. Like it should be a personal thing. If we went off blabbing about everything we knew, then everyone would know, and then what you know wouldn’t be that important, now would it?

I honestly feel that at seventeen I should be more patient. I’ve had seventeen and a half years to adjust to the ignorance of people, and yet…here I am rolling my eyes at the masses. Call me pretentious, but I’d like to think I’m more intelligent than most people think. Oh, and I’ve also got this little problem with saying exactly how I feel. That’s irrelevant though, but I decided to be ironic and verbally say that I can’t say how I feel.

Back to patience though, I really do feel as though I should have more of it. It’s a virtue, I hear. Funnily enough, I’m being impatient about my impatience, wanting to be more patient. I really am quite the walking contradiction.

So thus ends my tangent …well…maybe it was a tangent. If it was, and you think it was…keep your clarity to yourself. It’ll mean more that way.