x marks the spot

So I've just found out that (as always), I was wrong; I did register on time to vote. Considering that my political knowledge/interest ranks close to my ability to draw, I am not sure how to feel about this new development.

Having convinced myself that I have done my duties as a responsible citizen by registering (when I'm not busy breaking the law in some way or another), I have spent the past few weeks declaring that "I did not register on time"–which I must admit, was filled with a little bit more relief than regret.

I'm not quite sure why, but if I had to point a finger to it, then it'd be that I don't really want to choose. It's a little bit like buying a new car, or anything else for that matter–you need choices to mull over, don't you? And if all the rides you can afford to choose from are duds, then you figure something else out. Like walk. Or ask the Queen for a million bucks.

Then again, that's just me. There are people with far more conviction than I do. I suppose they're ok choosing which car has less f**k ups, or choosing one to screw the other over. But if I'm gonna get one, then those damn wheels better not get me grumbling a year down the line.

Of course, I'll still go and get some indelible ink on my finger. It's just that when I found out, my main concern was not who to X. It was how jammed up the place will be and how parking's gonna be a real bitch. Sometimes, my own immaturity scares me.

my own magical mystery tour

I believe that it's not too hard to make the world a better place. If not the world, then at least someone else's.

The Beatles did get it right. Of all their songs that still ring true after all these years, one makes the most sense.

If we'd just spend a little more time thinking about the people around us—how we can always reach out with a simple gesture to remind someone that they're never alone—then it's undoubtedly true; love is all we need.