You've most likely never met me but i live just up the road in Richmond Hell. Name's Simona for now but i'm changing it to Sophie in the fall. I'm not entirely sure of how i found your journal, i think it was just through random clicking on someone's profile but the username caught my eye as i've been a devoted lover of the good ol' Sublime for years, it's one of the relics from my stoner days that i can't and wouldn't want to change. I really like your entry on how the kids aren't alright, i was just having those exact thoughts last night for about 8 hours on a epic acid trip so that was the motivating factor in adding you.
thanks. i dont think I have ever met a Simona from Richmond Hill. I grew up in thornhill, but i live in montreal now.
which entry on how the kids arent alright? I've written so much in here that its hard for me to keep track of.
I like having an internet friend. its like a modern pen pal. do people still do that? pen pals? do little girls have letter friends from guatamala? or is that antiquated in 2009? i dont know.
i hope your acid trip was lovely. ive had some beautiful ones myself. my favourite moment on acid was the first time i did it, i was in a ravine in thornhill, when i got my first feeling that it was kicking in, and i stopped in my tracks to stare at a tree. I stared it at for at least 5 minutes and all i could say was 'wow, its so big AND so tall. amazing!' only people who do drugs can appreciate the beauty in re-learning the simple things in life. the complexity of a blade of grass etc etc etc.
I really like having online friends too... there's something really beautiful about finding people who are on the same page as you yet objective to your life. It's a viewpoint that is really valuable and you can learn a lot from it, plus it's just a lot of fun. I'd really like to actually transfer some of my online relationships to real pen and paper correspondence one of these days, as antiquated as it might seem to most. That's an art that shouldn't have died out. The absurdity of being let into the most honest, real part of a person that you've never met, to run your hand over words that came straight from their heart and know that you are connected yet _______ miles away is an endlessly fascinating concept
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haha. the one on march 2nd was something that I still cant articulate properly. Theres this strange paradox where we embrace horrific music and movies, and can come out of the theatre and talk about it like it was a cone of ice cream. We feel so deeply, and wear our hearts hanging out, but while during the grunge era, people hung their heads low and their hearts out. Its like we collectively and silently decided as a group that there is nothing cool left to say about our pain, so lets just make small talk about nothing. because we all acknowledge that we are troubled, and somehow that is enough to jerk off our egos.
Drugs are disconnect. In a world where I choose to be so connected, its the only extreme enough vice to provide proper counterpoint to cellphones, ipods and the internet. Smoke a joint and dance around my room for 2 hours by tea light. Theres nothing artificial about that.
I know exactly what you mean and i can't find the perfect word for it either. The articles all over the internet on hipsterism seem to sum it up pretty well though, since hipsters seem to be the embodiment of quite a bit of what you've mentioned
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i used to literally believe that there was always an audience. I must have been 10 or so when I first started to suspect that there were cameras everywhere and everyone could see my every move. My theory was refined when The Truman Show came out and I was convinced that I was that dude. Everyone in the world, my parents, my teachers were all in on this. It made me paranoid when I was alone. Who wouldn't be when they know the whole world is watching? I slowly grew out of that delusion, but I'll tell you whats interesting about this story
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I still live under the same delusion, but mine isn't caused by a fear of god. I was the kid who never had any friends during their childhood and therefore found solace in books, and later, tv/movies. From living my early years as a third-person omniscient observer, i guess it got ingrained into my mind to the point where i'll often notice a running narrative going just at the edge of my thoughts...
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I'm Ricky. Hello.
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thanks. i dont think I have ever met a Simona from Richmond Hill. I grew up in thornhill, but i live in montreal now.
which entry on how the kids arent alright? I've written so much in here that its hard for me to keep track of.
I like having an internet friend. its like a modern pen pal. do people still do that? pen pals? do little girls have letter friends from guatamala? or is that antiquated in 2009? i dont know.
i hope your acid trip was lovely. ive had some beautiful ones myself. my favourite moment on acid was the first time i did it, i was in a ravine in thornhill, when i got my first feeling that it was kicking in, and i stopped in my tracks to stare at a tree. I stared it at for at least 5 minutes and all i could say was 'wow, its so big AND so tall. amazing!' only people who do drugs can appreciate the beauty in re-learning the simple things in life. the complexity of a blade of grass etc etc etc.
have a nice night sophie!
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Drugs are disconnect. In a world where I choose to be so connected, its the only extreme enough vice to provide proper counterpoint to cellphones, ipods and the internet. Smoke a joint and dance around my room for 2 hours by tea light. Theres nothing artificial about that.
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