Anything Shy of Chaos Is Just Boring

When I was little I watched tv shows and movies about heroes and villains. I would always root for the good guy, it never failed. I would wonder why I hated the bad guy so much, he or she is a person too with feelings and emotions. Yes, some of those feelings and emotions probably resembled something like hate and intended malice but there had to be a reason for it. Maybe they had abusive parents or experienced a series of traumatic events while growing up. I feel bad for the villain, I did when I was little and I do today. I've experienced what it feels like to be friends with a villain, who's main objective is to negatively effect one life at a time, ultimately resulting in a world full of Nancys. Maybe I'm giving too much credit, maybe some villains are just evil because they enjoy it, maybe it's a reason to get out of bed in the morning, or maybe anything shy of chaos is just boring.

It's been a long time

Time is a fun thing to think about, one second it's here and then it's two second later. You never really think about time when you're doing something you really enjoy: like playing music, reading a book, or dancing in your room. You think about time at 2 P.M., at your work desk, while you're listening to someone complain. We plan for the future to hopefully make the best of our time, maybe it's all happening the way it's meant to. Maybe the idea of controlling time is impossible, maybe we just need to go with the flow and see what happens. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." - John Lennon

Clarity

The world as I see it... and loving every second of it.

Some rant by some guy... punctuation not welcome!

So i don't know who reads this or why, but thanks for caring enough to look. I see there has been a quite a handful of views, maybe the same person, maybe my dog, or maybe aliens. It really doesn't matter.

Today was cool I just got three finals out of the way and one more on friday and then i'm off to vegas for the weekend ( a very much needed vacation from school and work). Oh and thanks to _______ for helping me realize that maybe i shouldn't drink too much somethimes because i just say silly things that i don't remember. It comes with a bit of thruth, but maybe better left unsaid.
Leading to my point:

Why is it that people have the urge to tell "secrets", sometimes even about oneself?

I was thinking and in my case to would be because i would want someone to know, a part of me wants to see where it would go discussion wise, the other part of me (the sane part) is saying, "shut the fuck up and dont you dare tell a soul!"

It can open up a huge can of worms, you pretty much just open up the door for praise, critism, insults, disappointment etc... but people do it anyways, I do it.
I hear that "letting it out" helps but what happens when it can get you in trouble or give you some unwanted attention. I like letting it out, I hate draging things on, I would rather have some sort of closure or atleast I try not to anymore. A lot of stuff can happen in a day.