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Past 24 hrs: learned of a Wisco zoo and state park previously unbeknownst to me, caught up with my favorite old B&N regular, saw live musicz/hung out with friendz, and found out people actually read my blog/listen to my playlists. Roundabout way of saying I really love social networking ♥
Hippiness is Happening.
I just realized what my morning has consisted of: Woke up next to my guitar, signed/posted a Greenpeace petition to stop the sumatran forest destruction for the use of KFC’s packaging, went downstairs and made a banana/almond milk/cocoa/veg protein/espresso shake & popped some homeopathic remedies. Oh, and the daisy on top? I also spent last night hanging out in an RV called “The Revolution”
Now, i’m off to exchange some running shoes and revel in new running shoe bliss!
I have the best friends ever.
When I was younger I loved playing old maid; I was pretty skilled at keeping track of the old maid card, and knew the psychology behind where people kept it in their deck, as well as the poker face it took to get others to choose which card you did, or didn’t, want them to take. The problem, you see, is I had the objective all wrong. I thought if you had the notorious card when the game was finished you won the game; i’d hold onto that card for dear life, even run off and sit on it so no one could get it. When people tried to persuade me I didn’t want said card I didn’t believe them, why should I trust others who were after my fortune? I knew how to get exactly what I wanted…even if I shouldn’t want it.
I feel this is a pretty accurate metaphor for my life thus far.
I went to this. Major life Monument.
Foer [JSF]
(v) when someone takes your thoughts, being those in consciousness but not eloquently formulated, or those of which were only vague notions/feelings, and words them in such a way that they make sense…for something to be phrased in such a way that it just leaves you going “YES”.
Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why, why?’
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
—Kurt Vonnegut (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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Look Forward, Close Your Eyes.
People usually say, when I express my state of stress or melancholia, that it’s not that bad and i’ll figure it out, go back to school maybe? I’ll get a job, marry off, I too can live the american dream.
It’s not me that I fear for per se; I don’t have things figured out, but the thing is, I don’t think anyone else does either.
I don’t want to hear that I can do anything I want. I don’t want to hear that I don’t need anybody. I don’t want to hear i’m not the fattest american. I don’t want to hear that I need to give it time. I don’t want to hear that I need to just live in the moment.
We’re going to work, making money to stay alive to go to work. We’re suffering through heartbreaks, people who disappoint us countless times, so we tell ourselves “next time it’ll be different” and we move on…and it isn’t different. We tell ourselves one day i’ll get what I need, one day i’ll find what i’m here for, until we have no more days.
Is it only possible to maintain morale with eyes closed?
I’m so tired of being tired, but sure as night will follow day, most things I worry about never happen anyway.
—Petty & The Heartbreakers
mm, mke, I miss you sometimes.
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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
I think about this far too much.
anthrodynia
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
