so many options all the time… so many choices… (but I ain’t bein religious cause that’s havin something else decide for you, but I digress.)
gotta choose, so many things. gotta learn, so many things.
Category Archives: Self-Helping
Unfinished Fragment
I was about to say:
“Take no advice from “mere mortals”, they don’t know the answers. (mere mortals in the case simply means everyday people who aren’t as weird as yourself:))
but then
no, wait, advice from them is fine if it’s in ways to be kind to yourself, to be human, compassionate, to yourself, yes.
I originally meant
that they don’t know what I want,
what’s best for me,
what will
“do it” for me,
which reminds me of something I was to say days ago, being:
(again, Mere MOrtals simply is is colourful language for normal people.)
(I realize that I too am normal, but come on, it’s poetry, people.)
there is so much potential
time on this earth is limited…
it seems there is so much potential, for one to do so many things…
there’s far too many things one could do…
what would one do, if they were me, no no, I mean
what WILL I do, as I AM me?
perhaps I should choose wisely,
for some day it’s game over.
I mean, maybe not if Trans-Humanists succeed before game over, which would be nice, and maybe kinda insane,
I’ll certainly want to have lived the dreams.
“Being popular on facebook” quote
“Being popular on facebook is like sitting at the cool table at the cafeteria at a MENTAL HOSPITAL (imagine picture of Jack Nicholsen in One Flew Over The Coocoo’s Nest.)
“YAY! I WIN!”
rely on yourself for love
you really should rely on yourself for love, and not for others, cause you’re the only one who’s REALLY “always” there for you.
is that sad? perhaps.
perhaps it’s happy.
I don’t necessarily mean romance love, just, basic every day “I’m a good person” stuff, self esteem, not love, yeah, just self-esteem.
I have no homophobe friends:)
ain’t got no homophobe friends:)
that’s nice.
you often (I often) read about friends who have people in their circle of (facebook) friends whose views differ sharply and uncomfortably from their own.
while that might be a good thing, I think I have gotten rid of many such people.
as such, whenever I hear about “that crazy uncle” (I’ve got none/and/or/they’re dead,)
or some such thing, I’m always like, well, see above.
my, I was gonna do work, for 2 hours
my, I was gonna do work, for 2 hours…. somehow an hour and a half just passed, and wha??????
zzz….
not adhd, just exhausted.
don’t take things personally;
don’t take things personally; they seem to almost never be about you, and almost always be entirely about the person who is doing them.
a composer I know/simplicity
a composer I know took a very simple thing and did a very simple thing TO it at the same time as doing a second very simple thing to said very simple thing.
tough to focus on such small things for me, (and the composer as well.)
trying trying…
me, not-well-adjusted to society?
I have been called “terribly not-well-adjusted to society.”
I’ll buy that.
there’s a ton I could learn.
question is, “will I.”
or do I even want to.