A little different format, but that's OK, it's my blog.
~I like sitting with the TV/Radio/Computer/Electronics off, drinking tea or coffee, and just sort of 'being', or maybe reading, or talking. It's nice. I'd like to do it more.
~I like looking around, seeing how clean everything is, and that everything is in order. It fuels the peacefulness in my brain, and when things start getting messy, so do I.
~I'm sick of having to fight so damn hard for what I want, or rather, I'm sick of seeing so many other selfish assholes get their way so easily while I struggle for everything and can't even be sure I'll get my way after all the struggling.
~I realize that once I've been interrupted by an outside source, I struggle to retain my mental composure (i.e. in some cases, mental checklist), and wind up getting flustered and calling it quits for the day if I can. Yet, if I interrupt myself, I have no trouble reorienting myself, and I get more done.
~I've been getting the urge to write more and more lately ... but not on the computer, nor any particular topic, but just to WRITE in general. Thinking of taking the time to type something makes me dread and loath the writing, but by hand, the idea of that excites me. Yet I haven't done anything about it.
~Is there any truth in the thought that what is the point of going to any great lengths of thinking if you have no one to share those thoughts with at the present moment?
~I despise how I'll have a singular thought, and there's really nothing else to it, so I forget it, when really I do want to share it. Which is where these kinds of posts come from. Not one of these things contains enough subject matter to make a whole post, or even a paragraph, but they are worth expressing.
~It is completely tiring that I am beginning to feel that my life is starting to pick up steam in the way that I want it to, and yet I have someone stepping on my coat tails trying to drag me back and/or stop me. I'll start to really feel good, and then somebody shits on me, mostly dad.
~Oh, I'm also tired of blatantly negative attitudes. It makes me want to scream to the damn hills and beat people about the head. If I hear a sarcastic 'good luck', 'you ARE gonna get sick, don't worry' or 'yeah, right, don't push your luck' phrase in reference to anything I am gonna stab whomever says it right in the left nostril and just keep pushing. You want to be negative, I'll show you what being negative means ... because that's gonna be shitty for you to have a sharp knife crammed up your nose ... but me? Oh I would've therefore kept a positive attitude, and look here, that idiot annoying me shut up because they got a knife crammed up their nose. Yay me! See, being positive helps.
Weird mood, I know, must be the change of the season or some such shit, who knows ... or the caffeine.



