I kinda like the fact that summer is so ridiculously busy , that i don’t really come here that often. in fact, it feels kinda weird typing right now, since i haven’t really put together more than a couple of sentences together in awhile. but no matter, it’s not that difficult to get back on the bike again. i think i’m trying to avoid talking about my grandma to myself anyways, as she isn’t doing so great these days. i’m pretty sure i know how i feel about that anyways.

i wonder though, is this resignation or contentment? i’m not sure if i can tell the difference right now. but part of me doesn’t want to know, because if i did know, i’d have to do something about it. right now, i can handle not dealing with too much, and just handle it as it comes. there’s enough distraction everywhere to keep me plenty occupied.

i guess it’s pretty shallow, but it’s enough to get me by. i like being busy anyways, and i don’t think it’s costing my soul anything right now. i can’t be sure though, as i can’t really define the terms, nor feel a need to do so.

it’s just summertime manglin’, where introspection is put on hiatis. where heat, sunshine, and extended periods of sunlight are more than enough to keep you distracted, and happy.

i think i probably just haven’t gotten out of the school year cycle, and right now, i am on summer break.