Most of the time, my writing becomes this loosely tethered rabid stallion and I'm too soft hearted to put it down. Not today, pally.
I'm not one of those guys who gets lonely. I have a pretty amazing life and have tons of contact with great hearted (albeit few of like mind) folks, so loneliness is usually far distant as I look across my life's landscape. (it's at least so far towards the horizon that no amount of squinting will allow me to make it out.) Anyway, I'm sitting around yesterday--
--fill in info: I work in student affairs at a small college here in Virginia in the middle of nowhere with no scene and nothing remotely "indie." This school had a major fire about 4 years ago and it's signature building went ashes ashes and they have been rebuilding for years. Said building opened yesterday and there were like 4X the population of the campus here to check it.
--and for the first time in my memory, I ached for intimacy. I have this thing about vulnerability and reflexively don't open up past a certain point to most folks, but yesterday I would have unzipped and poured out all I had. Scary shit to me.
Here's the weird thing...I haven't the foggiest how to open up. I really think that being here has taught me a lot about myself, but I haven't the foggiest how to express it., Even with the relative anonymity of this site, I open in pieces. I am a collection of unrelated metaphors. (this is not frustration, so shush.)
So I thought I'd put down things that make me happy:
Small clubs
Sushi
Philosophical/Religious/Social discussions with secure people.
Reading
Poetry
The gym (yet I don't go a lot.)
Passion
Bands with passion.
Dogs.
People laughing.
Being outside.
Cooking.
Helping.
Fooling Around (almost more than sex)
Surrendering to instinct
My iPod
Certain friends.
Girl Punk.
Smoking (but I quit...gah.)
Please feel free to call me out if I don't do the following over the next year:
1. Read a lot
2. Work out
3. Learn guitar.
4. Write more fiction.
5. Go see people.
Anyway, done rambling. Claire's pretty much the only person who reads this, but love to all.
Cheers,
LE
Late Edge fact: I think organized religion is just an excuse to think and care less.
3.
I'm not one of those guys who gets lonely. I have a pretty amazing life and have tons of contact with great hearted (albeit few of like mind) folks, so loneliness is usually far distant as I look across my life's landscape. (it's at least so far towards the horizon that no amount of squinting will allow me to make it out.) Anyway, I'm sitting around yesterday--
--fill in info: I work in student affairs at a small college here in Virginia in the middle of nowhere with no scene and nothing remotely "indie." This school had a major fire about 4 years ago and it's signature building went ashes ashes and they have been rebuilding for years. Said building opened yesterday and there were like 4X the population of the campus here to check it.
--and for the first time in my memory, I ached for intimacy. I have this thing about vulnerability and reflexively don't open up past a certain point to most folks, but yesterday I would have unzipped and poured out all I had. Scary shit to me.
Here's the weird thing...I haven't the foggiest how to open up. I really think that being here has taught me a lot about myself, but I haven't the foggiest how to express it., Even with the relative anonymity of this site, I open in pieces. I am a collection of unrelated metaphors. (this is not frustration, so shush.)
So I thought I'd put down things that make me happy:
Small clubs
Sushi
Philosophical/Religious/Social discussions with secure people.
Reading
Poetry
The gym (yet I don't go a lot.)
Passion
Bands with passion.
Dogs.
People laughing.
Being outside.
Cooking.
Helping.
Fooling Around (almost more than sex)
Surrendering to instinct
My iPod
Certain friends.
Girl Punk.
Smoking (but I quit...gah.)
Please feel free to call me out if I don't do the following over the next year:
1. Read a lot
2. Work out
3. Learn guitar.
4. Write more fiction.
5. Go see people.
Anyway, done rambling. Claire's pretty much the only person who reads this, but love to all.
Cheers,
LE
Late Edge fact: I think organized religion is just an excuse to think and care less.
3.