I like to think that the car horn negates equality. If we were all created equal that means that we would all get along, share consciousness and wouldn't need to slam on our car horns. Because, as equals, life would just sync.
An elderly woman demonstrated to me today that this is not the case as she honked at cars (at yellow lights) and pedestrians (in the crosswalk) for not moving fast enough. To this woman, this short, prunishly wrinkled woman, the world is not equal.
I also think that if you have so many wrinkles on an oddly tight face that it is impossible to tell if your eyes are opened, then you should not be allowed to drive a giant S.U.V.
Scary ass Grandma.
Long Drive
Sometimes when I am on a long drive I reach a point where stopping seems hostile.
I like the idea of seeing my exit for work breifly as I blow past it down the highway. I don't know what's beyond my exit and that's ok. In 20-30 minutes I will be hungry and at that time I will take the first exit and eat lunch somewhere new.
It's impossible to be lost when you have no preconceived notion on where to be.
At that moment I know where I am going, to wherever I haven't been.
But, as I approach my exit reality kicks in and I remember that I just paid my rent and in a week I'll have to pay electricty and Internet. The next week, cell phone.
How much of our daily yearnings get us through each day even though we know, deep down, that it's a lie we tell ourseles to help pass a few more minutes of the day?
I like the idea of seeing my exit for work breifly as I blow past it down the highway. I don't know what's beyond my exit and that's ok. In 20-30 minutes I will be hungry and at that time I will take the first exit and eat lunch somewhere new.
It's impossible to be lost when you have no preconceived notion on where to be.
At that moment I know where I am going, to wherever I haven't been.
But, as I approach my exit reality kicks in and I remember that I just paid my rent and in a week I'll have to pay electricty and Internet. The next week, cell phone.
How much of our daily yearnings get us through each day even though we know, deep down, that it's a lie we tell ourseles to help pass a few more minutes of the day?
Something to fill the void
I don't want to just ignore my blog so I am going to keep posting fillers until I have time for real substance.
Overheard this morning:
"Are you ready for this?"
Silence
Loud, dragged out, "Hello?"
Silence
"Well, I feel awkward now."
More filler
In a nonfiction writing exercise I once wrote: Despite his lack of professional dress and standards I took off my pants for Doctor Scott.
I once wrote this in a brevity piece and wonder why I haven't used it yet for something: Padding softly across the hardwood floor I step in her steps, imagining each time that my large foot, as it covers her tracks, is a form of embrace that she allows me.
When describing messy amounts of pink I often compare it to the image of a crime scene, the victim being a Care-Bear, and the pink mess it's blood. This image amuses me for some reason and has appeared in numerous comical writing exercises.
That's it for today.
Overheard this morning:
"Are you ready for this?"
Silence
Loud, dragged out, "Hello?"
Silence
"Well, I feel awkward now."
More filler
In a nonfiction writing exercise I once wrote: Despite his lack of professional dress and standards I took off my pants for Doctor Scott.
I once wrote this in a brevity piece and wonder why I haven't used it yet for something: Padding softly across the hardwood floor I step in her steps, imagining each time that my large foot, as it covers her tracks, is a form of embrace that she allows me.
When describing messy amounts of pink I often compare it to the image of a crime scene, the victim being a Care-Bear, and the pink mess it's blood. This image amuses me for some reason and has appeared in numerous comical writing exercises.
That's it for today.
No Lifeguard On Duty
I have a friend in L.A. that is moving in to an apartment that has a pool on the roof. That's pretty cool and conveinant.
It could also be a life saver. Perhaps someone climbed up to jump off the building. Instead they see the pool, get distracted, and say, "Well, I was going to kill myself but I could go for a quick dip instead."
Problem solved, life saved.
It could also be a life saver. Perhaps someone climbed up to jump off the building. Instead they see the pool, get distracted, and say, "Well, I was going to kill myself but I could go for a quick dip instead."
Problem solved, life saved.
Plans
I am too deeply affected by remarks and comments from people I care about.
I hate my job but it pays very well and I am lucky to not just have a job, but to have been promoted twice. I talked to a lot of people before jumping in to my career, mostly at their pushing, and now that I have it I am the butt of many jokes about how an English degree got me this job.
I know we all feel whelmed at times (that's right, I am trying to make whelm a stand alone), but I think what fuels our exasperation the most is when people are not phased by what we say. It's like letting the small dog bark until it's tired and then watching it go back into the corner.
Although, I think my persistent researching, the bite in this analogy, is finally starting to cue up some suspicion. People seem nervous that I may actually go through with it.
I can't be sure, and I hope that I am wrong, but I think my girlfriend will breakup with me when I go on my backpacking tour of Europe.
I feel this pressure of weights being stacked against me: the job market, my father's approval and my relationship are all at risk. I guess I just have to decide what is really worth it for myself.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately and am going to be submitting soon on a daily basis. If I get a good number of things mentioned or perhaps published in the next year and a half then my travel plans are on 100%.
It's hard to follow your own dreams when you start becoming part of other's.
I hate my job but it pays very well and I am lucky to not just have a job, but to have been promoted twice. I talked to a lot of people before jumping in to my career, mostly at their pushing, and now that I have it I am the butt of many jokes about how an English degree got me this job.
I know we all feel whelmed at times (that's right, I am trying to make whelm a stand alone), but I think what fuels our exasperation the most is when people are not phased by what we say. It's like letting the small dog bark until it's tired and then watching it go back into the corner.
Although, I think my persistent researching, the bite in this analogy, is finally starting to cue up some suspicion. People seem nervous that I may actually go through with it.
I can't be sure, and I hope that I am wrong, but I think my girlfriend will breakup with me when I go on my backpacking tour of Europe.
I feel this pressure of weights being stacked against me: the job market, my father's approval and my relationship are all at risk. I guess I just have to decide what is really worth it for myself.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately and am going to be submitting soon on a daily basis. If I get a good number of things mentioned or perhaps published in the next year and a half then my travel plans are on 100%.
It's hard to follow your own dreams when you start becoming part of other's.
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