Today was a good day.
(Editing note: What the FUCK was I thinking writing such short, unrevealing blogs? "Today was a good day"?! This is meant to help me remember with fond nostalgia my misspent youth? Hell, it's been barely half a year and I can't remember the tiniest detail about what the hell happened on this apparently good day. Ugh! Get it together, past me!
--Edited 8/22/2008)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
On dilemmas
Why do we do this, form these endless iterations of ourselves that circle around the real thing, like vultures around a camel dying of thirst? Why do we hurt the ones who would be close to us, for fear that they might actually touch us at our core, and scathe ourselves no less in so doing.
Why do I constantly spout rhetoric that has nothing to do with the real matter at hand. God, I'm such a Libra (or a procrastinating fool. That works too.)
I stand at a Gordian knot, but I can't seem to find a knife sharp enough to cut it with. And the two obvious solutions tear and shred at two things so central to me that to act on one or the other is to deny something fundamental about myself. Unfortunately, time is not on my side.
Why do I constantly spout rhetoric that has nothing to do with the real matter at hand. God, I'm such a Libra (or a procrastinating fool. That works too.)
I stand at a Gordian knot, but I can't seem to find a knife sharp enough to cut it with. And the two obvious solutions tear and shred at two things so central to me that to act on one or the other is to deny something fundamental about myself. Unfortunately, time is not on my side.
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