I keep having these moments where I have the hugest epiphany that seems to be sooo important to me at the time, like a part of my brain suddenly clues into what I just thought and I realize that I just discovered the missing thing. The thing that if I could only have remembered earlier, I wouldnt be so confused and sad sometimes.
I feel great then. My world appears to be just a little bit more right then. I see happy times ahead and I actually find the inspiration to not only plan for them, but to start putting some work into making them happen.
But then I have these other moments, like now. Where I cant for the life of me remember the moments above.
What was that thing I thought, what the hell was that big epiphany again?
Dunno, I just simply cant remember.
Sometimes I feel a bit like that character from memento that has to tattoo todays news on his own body just so he can remember who and what he is every new waking day.
Im him, but Im also that huge character in The Green Mile who just wants the best for everybody and is so full of Love in this world of hate that ironically he has become the monster, the outsider.
Even in his innocence, he accepted death for crimes he didnt commit because he could just not process or accept the hatred and injustice he witnessed out here.
I dont want to go that far, because I have had the pleasure of meeting new people now, people that get it.
I feel great then. My world appears to be just a little bit more right then. I see happy times ahead and I actually find the inspiration to not only plan for them, but to start putting some work into making them happen.
But then I have these other moments, like now. Where I cant for the life of me remember the moments above.
What was that thing I thought, what the hell was that big epiphany again?
Dunno, I just simply cant remember.
Sometimes I feel a bit like that character from memento that has to tattoo todays news on his own body just so he can remember who and what he is every new waking day.
Im him, but Im also that huge character in The Green Mile who just wants the best for everybody and is so full of Love in this world of hate that ironically he has become the monster, the outsider.
Even in his innocence, he accepted death for crimes he didnt commit because he could just not process or accept the hatred and injustice he witnessed out here.
I dont want to go that far, because I have had the pleasure of meeting new people now, people that get it.
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Though my point on my that particular journall entry was more to do with that feeling of being discriminated against. Something us whiteies with penis' don't come accross too often.
I'm in Vancouver in the morning tomorrow. I'll pick up a couple of tickets for us for Thursday.