...random thought patterns a.k.a. the 'vague' blog...

Questions plague my mind for which there are no simple answers.

Sometimes, I would trade all the gray in my life for that sweet, sweet black and white.

I am left holding several bags that I never wanted to carry in the first place.

There seems to be a moderate constant - for every up gained, there is a down to go with it, be it in the same situation or separate.

The line between defense and stubbornness is a blurry one...and everyone thinks they "know" the answers to solve everything, even when they know nothing.

I despise "devil's advocate" more than I despise Hitler and Bin Laden. You don't tell someone to look at/think of something from a different point of view when that someone is in the right to begin with.

Being 'mature' means being the one who caves, the one who apologizes for doing nothing wrong, the one who sacrafices, the one who swallows their pride, and often is made a doormat repetitively. Being immature means never having to admit - to yourself and/or others - when you're wrong, and consistently blaming others for your problems.

Civility, co-habitation and co-existence, and maturity go hand-in-hand...but are sometimes nigh-impossible to maintain if you're dealing with the opposites of those ideals.

"I'm sorry" only works up to a certain, finite point. After that, broken means broken, and burnt bridges cannot be salvaged.

Forgiveness is divine - but there's a point where you go from being a divine person to being a divine idiot.

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Pessimism is NOT the point of all of this. The point of all this is to shed light on the gray areas. These things are not so simple.