Friday, February 6, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Another friday at home
Home is a odd word. It should mean where the people I enjoy are.
my family no? Thats in STL
Friends? No, Missouri, Canada, Michigan, Rhode Island, Texas and some here I suppose.
I don't really know.
my family no? Thats in STL
Friends? No, Missouri, Canada, Michigan, Rhode Island, Texas and some here I suppose.
I don't really know.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The More Things Change
The more they stay the same.
I understand less and less. I've become destabilized, a constantly shifting image is always becoming. Did you know how I would perceive this? Did you find a assortment of because you liked them? Is it telling? Becoming the only thing I have really listened to for the past two weeks, I might have dwelled a bit. But you dwell also. So I wonder, is there a message? Is there purpose?
I would like to think so, because that thought makes me happy. I think the last selection is a contextulization,
At Least I offer my own disaster
Things could be different.
But there not...
I understand less and less. I've become destabilized, a constantly shifting image is always becoming. Did you know how I would perceive this? Did you find a assortment of because you liked them? Is it telling? Becoming the only thing I have really listened to for the past two weeks, I might have dwelled a bit. But you dwell also. So I wonder, is there a message? Is there purpose?
I would like to think so, because that thought makes me happy. I think the last selection is a contextulization,
At Least I offer my own disaster
Things could be different.
But there not...
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Making Friends
I'm wondering if I've never been very good at the making friends because of some simple choices. I didn't interact with other kids until I entered pre school. Quite, I just kept to myself. Away I took a hands off approach to interacting with everyone else.
This naturally made me the most popular kid around, everyone would flock to come and talk with me.
Or at least in my mind that was the case. Instead I developed something else, a large sense of fantasy. I just imagine more ideal situations, interactions, a world where things go well.
Why do people approach each other? What makes one speak to another? I've never understood it. As a child it is the time to learn this talent, I am very upset I did not. Ultimately I met people by having class, where interaction was easily forced.
College has been a similliar event, but this time I've phased into the wall. I am anonymous and unknown. Its nice to tell myself that this is a healthy interaction with the world, but I can't even pretend to believe it.
"Can Sally come out to play?"
"Maybe"
"Well that would be great"
"No, she can not"
"...Are you sure?"
"Maybe...On third thought no"
I wish to go and eat dirt, or bury my head in the sand. At least that would make everything else more clear. Than it hits me, I DO eat dirt. I just wasn't aware it was dirt I was eating.
This naturally made me the most popular kid around, everyone would flock to come and talk with me.
Or at least in my mind that was the case. Instead I developed something else, a large sense of fantasy. I just imagine more ideal situations, interactions, a world where things go well.
Why do people approach each other? What makes one speak to another? I've never understood it. As a child it is the time to learn this talent, I am very upset I did not. Ultimately I met people by having class, where interaction was easily forced.
College has been a similliar event, but this time I've phased into the wall. I am anonymous and unknown. Its nice to tell myself that this is a healthy interaction with the world, but I can't even pretend to believe it.
"Can Sally come out to play?"
"Maybe"
"Well that would be great"
"No, she can not"
"...Are you sure?"
"Maybe...On third thought no"
I wish to go and eat dirt, or bury my head in the sand. At least that would make everything else more clear. Than it hits me, I DO eat dirt. I just wasn't aware it was dirt I was eating.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Pro-Active
A foreign devil of a word. Who is productive for them selfs? How could one possibly know what they need to do? Its always been a bit of a un state concept that undercuts my being. How would one know when one should express, vs. hold back? Work vs. blow off?
I realized what it was, was not caring about the difference. Working on everything, leads to good results.
Than I learned how I can cheat. A magical little pill that makes me more social, and also makes me work? I express myself possibly redundantly and rantishly, but thats because people don't care to hear.
I don't care what happens. I might fail, I might fall into addiction. But whats the opposite side? I might succeed?
The wager is my body. The prize is happiness. How can I not throw the dice?
I realized what it was, was not caring about the difference. Working on everything, leads to good results.
Than I learned how I can cheat. A magical little pill that makes me more social, and also makes me work? I express myself possibly redundantly and rantishly, but thats because people don't care to hear.
I don't care what happens. I might fail, I might fall into addiction. But whats the opposite side? I might succeed?
The wager is my body. The prize is happiness. How can I not throw the dice?
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