This week, tonight decidedly, suffering from strange cabin fever. I absolutely love it when people say they'll call and then don't! Way cool! Or like when people say they're going to do something...and then don't do it. It's like "suprise! I totally had you thinking that I gave a shit!" Yeah, so much for dinner. Looks like another soup outta the can night.
I sincerely believe i have made myself violently depressed over this- everything within sight or distance is also violently depressing, especially the idea that people all over the world make lives out of watching gameshows every evening- i really feel like I need to kill myself because new episodes of jeopardy are being made. because people live in trailers.
I am grateful to those less-comforting images from our past. that feeling of disturbance i think must be one of the most important things to influence our so slow-bodied socio-evolution... we think we've arrived at some state of elitism in our civil rights advancement, that our ancestry must have been so simple-minded, so shamefully closed-minded. It occurs to me that imagination and empathy are tightly knit cousins, and it is no wonder our musicians and artists are also our bloodiest of bleeding hearts...
imagine a total immersion in outdated ideas and images, and we can picture the leftovers of our very own lifespans, the space our grandchildren will occupy and the images that will define us. we'll be dead in the ground or one broken leg hip-length in cemetery soil... so perhaps none of it makes any difference...? unless we consider empathy a most worthwhile pursuit of happiness...
odd the things that give perspective.
dumbass, it's reading time with pickle!
I sincerely believe i have made myself violently depressed over this- everything within sight or distance is also violently depressing, especially the idea that people all over the world make lives out of watching gameshows every evening- i really feel like I need to kill myself because new episodes of jeopardy are being made. because people live in trailers.
I am grateful to those less-comforting images from our past. that feeling of disturbance i think must be one of the most important things to influence our so slow-bodied socio-evolution... we think we've arrived at some state of elitism in our civil rights advancement, that our ancestry must have been so simple-minded, so shamefully closed-minded. It occurs to me that imagination and empathy are tightly knit cousins, and it is no wonder our musicians and artists are also our bloodiest of bleeding hearts...
imagine a total immersion in outdated ideas and images, and we can picture the leftovers of our very own lifespans, the space our grandchildren will occupy and the images that will define us. we'll be dead in the ground or one broken leg hip-length in cemetery soil... so perhaps none of it makes any difference...? unless we consider empathy a most worthwhile pursuit of happiness...
odd the things that give perspective.
dumbass, it's reading time with pickle!
but i totally feel you on the being ditched thing. that specific reason was what finally made me walk away from someone who was a big part of my life last year. its a pet peeve of mine, and is, in a lot of ways, a dealbreaker. if i have to break plans with someone, i always try and give a heads up.