At peace, yet the familiar unease between myself and peacefulness intertwines itself in my evening and reminds me that it is against my nature not to want to bridge the gap between myself and another. Whereas weeks ago I was in a tailspin, I am reminded of a time when I drove through Nebraska: I am moving towards the place where I want to be, the trip is not unpleasant, but the scenery and the horizon do not change and make me eager to be somewhere else.
I am glad for moments where I brush against the gentle humanity of friends. Moments like when hypermediocrity says hi when I am in the grips of 3 am insomnia or abarats intensity and occasional endearing flakyness prove to me that people can be just enduringly kind and devoid of any pretense. I am glad that there are also so many other people whose presence, voices, and emails permeate my days and remind me of what is truly important in life.
My approach to horoscopes is that Ill believe them when they say something good. There was one last week that stuck with me. It said that my pessimism was bound to run out of fuel in light of all the good things that are happening to me. It was right. Try as I might, I really cannot find reason to complain about life.
On a completely different note, I ran into a song I had not heard in a long time. It is amazing to me that Caetano Veloso can call a lover a profane cow, and make it sound like a high compliment and vow of love. When was the last time someone called you a cow and it was something you wanted to hear?
I am glad for moments where I brush against the gentle humanity of friends. Moments like when hypermediocrity says hi when I am in the grips of 3 am insomnia or abarats intensity and occasional endearing flakyness prove to me that people can be just enduringly kind and devoid of any pretense. I am glad that there are also so many other people whose presence, voices, and emails permeate my days and remind me of what is truly important in life.
My approach to horoscopes is that Ill believe them when they say something good. There was one last week that stuck with me. It said that my pessimism was bound to run out of fuel in light of all the good things that are happening to me. It was right. Try as I might, I really cannot find reason to complain about life.
On a completely different note, I ran into a song I had not heard in a long time. It is amazing to me that Caetano Veloso can call a lover a profane cow, and make it sound like a high compliment and vow of love. When was the last time someone called you a cow and it was something you wanted to hear?
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abarat:
No no no silly rabbit. Morphine is given intravenously. The bag is hung, wired through the electronic pump and the plastic box surrounding the hanging bag is closed and locked. Because we care about the comfort and safety of our patients. (the truth is that an alarming number of people suffering with constant pain do crazy things. Addiction is common. pain sucks.) On that note, have a fantastic evening.
laceyk:
LOL! I like that you only believe horoscopes when they are positive! Very good outlook on life!