My treat...

When happiness is questioned, a frown replaces the smile.
When faith is questioned, reassurance and trust becomes doubt and fear.
When love is questioned, the butterflies become an upset stomach.
I’ve realized I tend to question all that is good. I wonder if people’s laughs are fake, not to mention my own. Generosity makes me squint my eyes as if that way I can see their true intentions. Either you think I can’t afford it, or you don’t want me to think that you can’t, or you want me to feel indebted to you forever because of a Coke, or maybe you want me to trust you so that you can steal my identity… it’s never just a Coke. Oh, I forgot one: Does he think that makes him a man? Or: Does she think that proves her independence and equality? Actually that one is usually directed towards myself.
Anywho, like my aunt says, I think we should trust our feelings more. Not the ones that tell us to shoot the woman with the mullet, the ones that tell us: laugh, trust, love…

Knock On Wood

Isn't it true that the second we make a decision or come to a conclusion we're tested?
... happens every time...
It's almost like you gotta think twice before you think about something.

It's almost like you gotta to knock on wood after making New Year's resolutions because, God forbid, you might have to carry them through.

Say you decide to be caring and selfless and then next thing you know it's you and an old couple in the rain and only one taxi... and you know you can out run them...