pretty deep, listen:
I feel like I must be a very ANGRY person (duh)
and that I am always seeking “other very angry people” (and perhaps other smart and other creative and other hyper people too, perhaps mixtures, but I digress…)
but when I find them, all I see is a reflection of myself,
and then I see how ugly I am…
maybe I need to….
na… I don’t know… I don’t know if I need to or can be more positive, like one of those hippie types….
who knows….
labelling myself in such ways…
maybe it’s true…
…
or maybe I just haven’t had breakfast yet, and this is the kind of dark loveless self-thoughts that happen at such times.
Monthly Archives: April 2015
mysterious SUPER CRAZY shirt I didn’t get
I could have bought this shirt, but didn’t for some reason (the reason was it was only for sale with two other (much less cool (not at all cool) shirts, even though all three of them were 20 dollars for all three…
I was going to, and suddenly it was gone.
VIRGOLA UOMO, it was.
I’ll want this shirt if I find it.
it’s like one of the craziest ever.
ADHD Artsy Woman
hey if you’re a woman and ADHD and maybe artistic I think I wanna meet you.
growing up is over-rated.
growing up is over-rated.
details to come.
enjoy life now
enjoy life NOW, no waiting till you’re super-old.
when you’re super old, enjoying life will consist of
waking up and being conscious (which…… are really fine things, as my uncle says “well, any day I wake up… is pretty much a good day.”
country music has African roots…
who knew…. guy at my accountant’s office today showed me this.
I have known for years that African music’s influence on the west is HUGE, but did not know THIS part of it.
that said, I still hate country music. just ain’t my kinda harmony.
giving to others, and to self
giving to others is a fine thing.
so is giving to yourself.
curiosity doesn’t kill cats-
curiousity doesn’t kill cats,
cynical assholes with lousy analogies do.
curious beings be meant to explore and sniff all about.
like me, with my pursuits of high stimulation and
enjoyment of ENERGY-USAGE.
like I’m a car engine and want to be driven, for fucks sake.
it ain’t all about learning to sit still, ALWAYS.
fuck in A, GO OUT AND RUN AROUND!
a bomb is meant to explode, and
fuck me but a
curious person is meant to go lookin all around.
and me, I’m meant to use my energy and get exhausted in a way
that hopefully feels good
YES now
a time to serve others. and myself.
if there is to be a time when I will serve others, a partner, children, it will come.
or not.
for now I’ll work on myself.
smile emoticon
after all,
“I” matter TOO. wink emoticon
trust oneself
I am becoming less interested in how others who disagree with me would or wouldn’t do what I do, or want to but am/was afraid to.
and more interested in how “I” would.
because there is and never was any truth in the notion that I am invalid or unlovable, and other people disagreeing with me, or being different than me, does not make me unlovable or invalid, as I always seem to have thought.
well then.