Another summer fling.

It probably won't last... like most things in my life.

Heck... like my life itself...

But I'm starting to not care about that fact. That 'all good things come to an end'. No... I don't mind it. I'm just going to enjoy them in their season, and then learn to accept that the season will end. Or has ended.

There have been plenty of such seasons in my life.

And before I get started on this... I'm going to make a quick digression. I'm just writing as it pops into my head. I haven't been dying to write this for ages now... I'm just being spontaneous.

Odds are I'll hate this blog tomorrow... but c'est la vie.

Moving on.

Seasons.

There have been many. There was season of loser-ness... that was a long, grey season. It was followed by a sudden burst of popularity which seems a bit surreal... but which, in all honesty, sucked. I think I'm being a bit cynical and pessimistic... but it was one of those times where the beautiful scenery was just a mirage... where everything that you loved was just some phantasm... a dream, if you will. That ended, too. I had several unpleasant wake up calls.

I suppose you could say that season was my romantic season. Where I believed in roses and unrequited love, selflessness and its nobleness. What followed was a swing to the opposite side... the side that I currently find myself in. The side of cynicism, egocentricity and vain ambition. I now devote myself to myself.

And it's rather lame.

I have no higher calling...

I join ranks with the noble, selfless, caring, kind, etcetera... but I'm no better than the masses that they pity.

For some reason tonight is a melancholy night.

It's odd... it shouldn't be. I had a great time with my friends... yet one phrase... a phrase most likely not even directed at me... it struck a chord.

Curse those with power.

I always read into things... most of the time I realize that I'm doing just that - reading into things... making connections where none are... applying things which shouldn't apply... but I still do it. I see what lessons can be learned.

And I've learned that my thirst for power... my desire to dominate... it leaves those I love feeling like I do. Crushed. Weak. Susceptible.

I'm starting to border on lame poetry, and it bugs me... so I'll keep that in check.

But really... my self-centered-ness is probably causing much more damage than it is good. What right do I have to be doing that? Why am I even writing this blog, by the way?

I'm not sure. I should've been in bed long ago.

Regardless... I spewed some emotional vomit onto the web... I'll let the world clean it up. Or maybe it'll just sit there. I don't know.

Good night, world.