Read Between the Lines

Saturday, July 30, 2005

... And I'm tangled up in you

Scattered thoughts.

How many "lasts" am I missing inadvertently? How many things will I not have the chance to do again before I leave; I just don't realize it right now?

There's a magnet on my fridge that says You are enough just the way you are. I can't think of a better sentiment. Please, please trust me on this one.

How can the human emotions react with unadulterated laughter and joy one night, and with tears and pain the next? Forget "one night to to the next;" it's more like "one minute to the next." It makes me wonder if either is really full. How can it be that I can react to either one with the complete richness that it deserves? I don't think that vicarious living can be really living. Maybe it's because we just watch, rather than experience. A deficiency of passive media?

Inspiration and support come in the most unlikely forms, including people who talk about neon blue poo and penis enlargements in one breath, and parenting, encouragement, and the implications of failure in the next.

How is it that I can do so little and still be so tired? What do I do with my time?

Good idea: For every 1/2 hour of TV, do 20 situps. Implement soon. Tomorrow, maybe? Too tired tonight.

I have not been sleeping enough lately.
infinite || abyss

posted at 11:18 p.m.

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