July 20, 2010
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NOT A REAL POST.
It's more just unedited rambling.
Look. I’m not one to run away from my problems, honestly. And I don’t want to do so now. That’s not it. It’s just that occasionally I wish I could maybe make like a snake and strip off a layer of life to reveal something fresh underneath. Or could shake up my brain like a kaleidoscope to see brilliant new shapes. Or hell, maybe I could just switch brains with someone for a while. This one’s probably broken, anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, life is not bad. It’s complicated and crazy and beautiful, really, but it’s not bad. I stay busy and occupied and I laugh and smile and find things I enjoy. I’m just feeling restless, like I want to crawl out of my skin, like I need a new direction.
Like I want to stab my brain with a few dozen sharp pencils.
But anyway. I need more, bigger, better change faster than I can make it happen. If it were possible to just go get a giant box of new and improved (!) life (not to be confused with the cereal), I would totally do it. But it’s not. So I have to do it the hard way. The slow way. The way that feels less like change and more like wisdom tooth extraction. And it sucks.
And that’s really all I have to say right now. Feel free to leave a comment that isn't real either.
Comments (7)
why can't it be a big old box of life cereal? WHY?!
Or the giant box of crayolas so that when you are tired of one color or thepoint gets dull you get to pick another one.
I'm feeling itchy. I want to do something. A new life? Sounds good...maybe.... Where are those darn pencils????
The key to life (not to be confused with the cereal... or the board game) is to be easily amused. As an example, I will have many hours of fun today, fun that verges on a zen moment of enlightenment, watching a certain honor roll scrolling blank... wait for it... swordfish.
Now with more fiber!
I'll trade brains with ya. I got an extra one lying around here somewhere... ah, here it is. Mmmm, it's a 2003 model and only has 512MB of RAM. Which was a lot in its day ya know.
Personally I spin until I fly into a million pieces up everyone's nose.
Then I get stoned.
Fuckin' Time.
I meant that to curse time and how it passes either slowly or quickly depending on which tempo we would prefer and giving us the opposite like the bitch he is. But it instead it looks like some twisted adult comic book super hero's go get 'em mantra.
I like complaints. They are like the itching of a wound.
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