Feeling pretty restored from the long weekend thus far, went out last night, had a spot of spicy, sweet dinner, then drove around with the smell of blackpowder and the thin haze of smoke that hung over everything while the moon blinked against the explosions in the sky.
Reconsidering certain modes of my life and how I'm pursuing them: 1) My impatience towards certain achievements, mainly in the arena of relationships, an area that many people who are familiar with me know is of considerable concern. I have little to no desire for a "typical" relationship, and feel it's important to establish a union that falls outside the common definition provided by society, but I grow impatient, and, for lack of a better word, horny. The occasional recharge provided by laying down in a bed with someone and sleeping, curled around one another makes for a nice respite, but there is still that need to rut that is generally quite hard to fulfill in any ways that's satisfactory. But, then, patience, patience, patience.
2) Concern towards modes of creativity in my work, primarily in my writing; the general feeling that everything has been approached and the inherent difficulty of finding a new way in which to do so, for a subject that interests me. At 24 years, more experience, more direct data, would seem to be necessary to move forward, with a mind always centered on the idea that "one's soul is never older than it's present age."
3) The constant rivalry between the pancake and French toast, and how this affects both my life and the larger state of the world in general.
Reconsidering certain modes of my life and how I'm pursuing them: 1) My impatience towards certain achievements, mainly in the arena of relationships, an area that many people who are familiar with me know is of considerable concern. I have little to no desire for a "typical" relationship, and feel it's important to establish a union that falls outside the common definition provided by society, but I grow impatient, and, for lack of a better word, horny. The occasional recharge provided by laying down in a bed with someone and sleeping, curled around one another makes for a nice respite, but there is still that need to rut that is generally quite hard to fulfill in any ways that's satisfactory. But, then, patience, patience, patience.
2) Concern towards modes of creativity in my work, primarily in my writing; the general feeling that everything has been approached and the inherent difficulty of finding a new way in which to do so, for a subject that interests me. At 24 years, more experience, more direct data, would seem to be necessary to move forward, with a mind always centered on the idea that "one's soul is never older than it's present age."
3) The constant rivalry between the pancake and French toast, and how this affects both my life and the larger state of the world in general.