There are few things I hate more than repetition.
Repetition in poetry is alright. It's intentional. It has meaning. Purpose.
But don't fucking tell me the same thing over and over again.
Don't remind me, don't shout at me. I'm not fucking stupid. I heard you the first time.
I just...I hate it. I hate schedules. I hate routines. I can't even keep time anymore. I just try to know when I need to be somewhere. Which basically means I'm either late or early to everywhere I go, but meh. C'est la vie. It's better than going crazy.
I hate seeing the same things over and over and over. Which is sort of why I don't really like going to 4Chan anymore, except in the event of extreme boredom.
My only exceptions are books and movies and music. Somehow, I can watch the same movie sixty times and it'll never get old. Or I'll read the same book over and over again...just because it's sort of like a movie to me. The words bleed into images and it's almost like I'm not reading at all. It's like a fantastic movie.
I can't even stand making plans anymore. It's all the same thing every day, anyway. Next week will be the same as last week. This week. Why bother thinking ahead to next month?
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