I’ve had so many opportunities to write, yet I don’t.
I worry so much about what I’m going to say, how I’m going to say
it, that I don’t even take the time to do it. Guess that’s
the down side to knowing people will see, hear, or actually read your
thoughts. I’ve wanted to talk about Moby, Mystery Girl, MG2,
JenJen, Meta, and so many other things.
I feel bad that I put MG2 in the middle of that list when she should have been
in the front of the list. I’m going to try a different
approach. I’m going to draft these in email and email my postings
instead of drafting them elsewhere and never posting them. That way, I
can add thoughts when I get a moment, even if it is a sentence or two.
Starting with Moby (even though I just said I should start
with MG2): He has his own journal that I love to read. I love his
thoughts, his words, the way he expresses himself. I envy that and
idolize that. It’s his phrasing, what he thinks, how he thinks
(taking a quick look at Tigger because he is coughing [allergies]), anyway,
back to Moby, he is very intelligent, and when he isn’t up to par on a
particular topic, he admits it. I like that. It’s not that I
want to be somebody else, I just want to be parts of somebody else. Or
maybe replicate those features in myself. While still being myself.
I tried to impress K-Girl with my new shirt, I’m not
sure it worked. She thought it was too formal. I even wore my
Picasso tie (actually a Jerry Garcia tie).
If I was critiquing my own posts, I’d say that I’m
obsessed with myself. Is that true? Do I just struggle so hard to
be something more than I am when I should just get over it and be who I
am? The psychological battles that I have in my brain can drive me
nuts. I express my thoughts on others, when I should just shut up,
no? Am I passive aggressive with myself?
Mystery Girl (yes, she’s back to that title) is sending me a few emails
now. I don’t try to blow her off, but my life is not how it was before.
Also, I mean, not to be rude or anything, but I was trying to get with her.
Now that it won’t happen, its not the same. I’m still friends
with her, but ask the other people that I’m friends with how much time I
spend with them. Then ask them how often I talk to them at night or on
the weekends.
Anyway, time is running short, as I have to head over to my
mom’s for my brother and sister’s birthday today…
Have a good night…
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