27 November 2006 Monday
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My brother was home for Thanksgiving. He’d been away at school for the past many months.
The world doesn’t go away just because you want it to.
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
My brother was home for Thanksgiving. He’d been away at school for the past many months.
[00:43]: birds don’t put boundaries on their happiness
[00:43]: and you shouldn’t either
Rambling mood/mode..
The purpose of predicting the future, of anticipation and foresight, is to mold, affect the future when it becomes present.
[If you can’t change the future, then what good is the knowing what’s coming before it comes?]
“Later is always later… the future is always later..”
So many words in the English language, and so many negative ones and curse words..
I think when you have something really heinous and curse-worthy and reprehensible to describe, then the words feel so fictional… like bad illustrations of reality; they can’t quite reach the truth.
I was recently accused of not letting people really in.. not allowing them into the deepest darkest places in my heart/soul/mind.
Offhandedly I’ve always been inclined to agree with that…
Consciousness inherently makes that difficult, anyway.
But actually, .. it isn’t true. I let people in. Just not everyone. Which is as it should be. And as far as letting them all the way in such that I would be 100% exposed and open..
Related or unrelated, I was also asked what purpose there could be in trying to be close to someone who is unwilling or incapable of opening themself up fully.
The real truth is that I don’t want to yet.
There’s an explicit difference between [initially] intending to do something, and actually trying to do it.
I was never afraid of the word “love”. I understood its possible impact and gravity and implications, in a myriad of different situations said by different people to mean different things. But it didn’t really hit me on its own. Saying it wasn’t so hard either. Again, understood what it could/should mean, but the word itself was just a well-meaning word.
The more time that passes, the less reasons why, the more time why not.
..talk about a dead horse.
I just watched one of the best stories ever… The 4400, season 2, episode 6..
*spoilers:*