Today I feel like a foul creature from the evil-smelling bog. For no particular reason you realise, just that there is a languid stench in the air.
My only hope is that there is an almighty thunderstorm with sheet lightning and violent rain. RAH!
The past few days have been pleasant and dreamy. Well, half dozy more like as october, her friend Caz, and I nomadically wandered from sofa to fridge to sofa to fridge to sainsbury's to sofa... well, you get the picture
It's been great blobbing in front of the olympics, especially watching the women's gymnastics where they all look like strange and ferral hermaphrodite children. slap me round the face with a wet fish if I ever start looking like that.
Then it got me thinking. Hold on, why do people do this to themselves. You can make a horse trot sideways- a little unnatural for the poor horse but SO F*CKING WHAT?! Then it occurred to me, we have the olympics purely for something to do. It gives our lives some kind of meaning. If you do stupid shit like trotting a horse sideways or doing triple bazooka toeloops perfectly and package these things up to be ultra-important then by god, they're obviously part of our cultural heritage and somehow this makes life worth living and meaningful.
What makes life meaningful to you? I'm starting to hit a brick wall. This morning I listened to a programme on radio 4 where there was this writer who was depressed because she'd hit 70 and realised that there was absolutely no point to life at all. Ok, I'm 21 and this hit me like 8 years ago! I'm not depressed about it: maybe a little melancholy, but just want to know what the next step is. At the moment it's all very tentative.
It never happens but today I think I might get very irritated at someone. I have to meet this girl who I abhor, for lunch. Fake and manipulative and who has *actually* given me nightmares, I pray for a flash flood to wash this all away.
meep!
parp to formality.
I promise the next entry won't be so
k-r-azy from my brainy.
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My only hope is that there is an almighty thunderstorm with sheet lightning and violent rain. RAH!
The past few days have been pleasant and dreamy. Well, half dozy more like as october, her friend Caz, and I nomadically wandered from sofa to fridge to sofa to fridge to sainsbury's to sofa... well, you get the picture
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Then it got me thinking. Hold on, why do people do this to themselves. You can make a horse trot sideways- a little unnatural for the poor horse but SO F*CKING WHAT?! Then it occurred to me, we have the olympics purely for something to do. It gives our lives some kind of meaning. If you do stupid shit like trotting a horse sideways or doing triple bazooka toeloops perfectly and package these things up to be ultra-important then by god, they're obviously part of our cultural heritage and somehow this makes life worth living and meaningful.
What makes life meaningful to you? I'm starting to hit a brick wall. This morning I listened to a programme on radio 4 where there was this writer who was depressed because she'd hit 70 and realised that there was absolutely no point to life at all. Ok, I'm 21 and this hit me like 8 years ago! I'm not depressed about it: maybe a little melancholy, but just want to know what the next step is. At the moment it's all very tentative.
It never happens but today I think I might get very irritated at someone. I have to meet this girl who I abhor, for lunch. Fake and manipulative and who has *actually* given me nightmares, I pray for a flash flood to wash this all away.
meep!
![surreal](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/surreal.c4753148b56b.gif)
parp to formality.
I promise the next entry won't be so
k-r-azy from my brainy.
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i've heard about punk rock aerobics before, but i was idling in Waterstone's today, and purely by chance i discovered the the book!
i'm not sure there's much point to life either--- which in itself can be quite a liberating realization, but is pooped on by the fact the the vast majority of humanity don't seem to realise that there's no need for half the crap we put ourselves through. i bought another great book in liverpool, called "How to Be Idle", which I think you'd find quite interesting too. It was in the humour section of Borders, but it's also quite a serious argument for a more leisurely existence. you should check it out
who be this girl you have to meet?
now if you'll excuse me, i have to do a workout
(and come on MSN soon!!!) xoxo
Probably that something like 99% of the human population has no focus or no clues whatsoever about how they're wasting their life away with earthly possessions & matters.
Society is cultivated & reproduced in a totally decerebrating way. Because fear of asking questions & always choosing the easiest path is numbing and also (wrongly) re-assuring.
It's just the ostrich way of thinking that burying your head in the sand will make all the troubles go away...
You can choose:
live a second-hand life and become "socially successful": nothing will be learnt or improved and you'll realize that nothing you valued was important comes old age...
or you can take risks, suffer, always move forward, challenge your own mind and collect the rewards of an inner peace that will come someday, naturally.
PS: this made me think - you should watch "The Straight Story" by David Lynch if you haven't seen it yet. You'll understand that no matter what your age is, it's never too late to do the right thing.
PPS: we really need to have a proper conversation, someday.