Existing isn’t that hard. Taking pride in my existence is where all the stress starts.
I do okay. I work hard, stay honest and smile at strangers. I pay my bills, brush my teeth and wear shoes in public.
When I have 4 hours of free time I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t hold still and enjoy the stillness. Learning to hold still, i.e. yoga, is something I do to center but it’s still a form of work. I want to be like my cat. Just be still.
I’ve had a major breakthrough in my deep, personal exploration of human nature. An epiphany about motivation that is pivotal in my quest for internal peace. Sexual frustration makes me obnoxious.
For example. One of my biggest flaws is talking movies. It’s bad, I know. Unless a truly captivating movie renders me speechless, I’m compelled to ask questions (or worse). I pretty much never see movies in theaters.
As you can imagine, my relationships with movie lovers has suffered over the years. A few die-hard boyfriends (who all happen to like Die Hard) tolerate it and make sure never to watch new movies when I’m around. It’s a fine system, just means I don’t spend a lot of time watching movies. For better or worse.
There is one, oft overlooked solution. Find a way to remove the frustration.
Hm? Wonder why that’s never come up before?
I missed a day. Fortunately, I think the interference has cleared and I made it up yesterday. I’m exhausted to my core. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut repeatedly and my left arm is Rasputin.
I’ve taken stock of my resources and I’m pretty sure I’ll make it. I have patience on my side.
It’s a beautiful summer. I think I’ll play some video games.
Who saw that in Latin class?
Who took Latin?
What are we teaching kids now?
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I did many things today.
Watching Seinfeld. Pretty much for the first time. I know I was tuned in to the program during a formative part of my youth. That was at least 3 lifetimes ago though. Continue reading June 24
I know what I want. Doesn’t mean I get it. They said Knowing is Half the Battle or I’m making that up. Sharing is caring? There is some static in my reception as you can see from the picture.
Best to conserve battery power.
I am a singular person and a walking cliche.
I move through the line
Aware of the appearance
Still wondering
How far I can go.
Self awareness is not comfortable
It averages out well if you
stay true and humble
What I think of me matters
In search of healthy conflict
I know the key to surviving
is wrapped in acceptance
Loving east as I move west.
It warms my heart
Enveloped in the bestDaily life I’ve ever known
Alone for the first time.
Today I was the eye of the storm. I that means I only stopped to think twice. I feel bad for anyone caught up in the shit storm surrounding me.
My dad came out mostly unscathed. For Father’s Day, I helped him move furniture. If it were up to me, said furniture would probably have been sold in the great purge of 2015. It will be meted out to my two sisters and favorite relatives eventually, unless I score a moving truck when I head west. But that’s something for future me to worry about. Right now, I’m stoked
Now I’m at the Lamp to catch a punk show. It’s just me and another girl who knows the band and the band. Still the eye of the storm, I drew innocent souls into battle without warning. I understand people are real but that doesn’t stop me from being me.
Good band. I miss Shirley burgers.
