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I've finally discovered Nas and Damian Marley as a collaboration, and I'ts absolutely fantastic. I've been jamming to this cd for two days straight, and I've yet to get sick of it. It inspires me, unlike the majority of music I'm daily exposed to. I have to say, the radio is one hell of a brain numbing zombifying portal for soul sucking mind demons. I'm not saying that I haven't been caught dancing to a Rihanna song from time to time, however. It's crap. I'm at least willing to admit that.
and now that I've had my fit of music snobbery for the evening..
When somebody you care about tells you that they don't trust you due to a single past event that seems to you was far beyond your control and unpreventable due to your lack of the need to assume the very worst of someone, what do you say? What do you say when you feel that the distrust is unwarranted, but they're so set in their mind that you've done something shitty that they don't care? Why can't people just breathe..and at least attempt to see things from your perspective(rhetorical question. note the period).
I am mostly a nonconfrontational person, and prefer not to argue about the unchangable, and so I'll likely just take the route of not expressing my frustration since it would just go nowhere anyway due to an equally stubborn and conflicting force of nature, that is.
When a friend, or a pet, or a loved one passes away, they say it tends to make you rethink life, and appreciate the little things that make you happy. You know, the fat squirrel that steals the seeds from the birdfeeder outside, or the peacocks that sound like dinosaurs at night, the homeless guy on the corner with the limp in his leg feeding his dog.. sappy shit like that. A girl that I didn't know all that well died recently. I've met her a couple of times in passing, but never really had the chance to get to know her, though many people in my life did. Thinking about how a young person can be alive one moment, and just..gone the next is just so strange to me. Maybe it's because nobody that I've been really close to has passed away that I can't seem to comprehend how it must feel. The emptiness that that person must leave behind..
I've been getting that urge lately.. The urge to create, to give birth to a new idea, or a project, maybe a piece of art. I need to bring something to light, maybe.
Ignore these ramblings, I'm not even entirely sure that they make sense.
and now that I've had my fit of music snobbery for the evening..
When somebody you care about tells you that they don't trust you due to a single past event that seems to you was far beyond your control and unpreventable due to your lack of the need to assume the very worst of someone, what do you say? What do you say when you feel that the distrust is unwarranted, but they're so set in their mind that you've done something shitty that they don't care? Why can't people just breathe..and at least attempt to see things from your perspective(rhetorical question. note the period).
I am mostly a nonconfrontational person, and prefer not to argue about the unchangable, and so I'll likely just take the route of not expressing my frustration since it would just go nowhere anyway due to an equally stubborn and conflicting force of nature, that is.
When a friend, or a pet, or a loved one passes away, they say it tends to make you rethink life, and appreciate the little things that make you happy. You know, the fat squirrel that steals the seeds from the birdfeeder outside, or the peacocks that sound like dinosaurs at night, the homeless guy on the corner with the limp in his leg feeding his dog.. sappy shit like that. A girl that I didn't know all that well died recently. I've met her a couple of times in passing, but never really had the chance to get to know her, though many people in my life did. Thinking about how a young person can be alive one moment, and just..gone the next is just so strange to me. Maybe it's because nobody that I've been really close to has passed away that I can't seem to comprehend how it must feel. The emptiness that that person must leave behind..
I've been getting that urge lately.. The urge to create, to give birth to a new idea, or a project, maybe a piece of art. I need to bring something to light, maybe.
Ignore these ramblings, I'm not even entirely sure that they make sense.