Psyche
Okay, I'm fucking pissed off. Great way to open a LJ. It's 2 fucking 30, and I can't fucking sleep because I have WAAAAAAAY too much shit on my brain. That's what happens when you take a merry stroll through the mind and psyche of two people during the course of a single day.
Fucking shit, I was at it practically from the time I got up till about goddamn midnight. About 14 hours of mind-tripping, especially when BOTH OF THEM set off things that I don't agree with. But what did I do? I played shrink to one of my best friends, and debated philosophy with another at great length.
What did they set off? Well, my philosophy partner was quite prejudiced. I never agreed with prejudice, it makes no logical sense, but that didn't stop her any at all. I don't think I ever DID get around to the whole why of it all. It was still quite an enjoyable conversation, nonetheless. Arguement, done properly, IS the highest form of conversation POSSIBLE. I defy anybody to refute that.
My good friend told me quite a lengthy tale (which I asked him to tell) concerning a great deal of his past. Most of the problems that ever occured to him were almost always centered around women. Problems? Drugs, alcohol, crazy bitches, more booze, more alcohol, psychotic bitches, and a shitload of runoff in the form some damn fine works of art.
... There's only two people in the world that would know who the hell I'm talking about, or care, and they both not only know each other, but trust each other exclusively.
But fuck shit, what was it exactly that was coming across my mind while trying to SLEEP so I can work tomorrow without fainting (which, at this point, is likely to happen anyway)? ... *sighs* My method of figuring out somebody's problems normally isn't to answer them, but to ask a myriad of questions. So what was I thinking? Question after question after question. None of which directed at me, so they made no sense to me, and I couldn't answer them.
Then the little side of self doubt asking me "What the fuck are you doing, anyway? Are you actually practicing what you were preaching today? Do you really fucking believe that? Are you going to do something about it? Have you ever taken a risk in your life? Have you ever tried thinking from a different perspective?" FUCK FUCK FUCK No more fucking questions, fucking questions, fucking questions. Yay! Look at the lab scientist who sees things from the RAT'S perspective. Fucking crazy.
Fucking shit, I was at it practically from the time I got up till about goddamn midnight. About 14 hours of mind-tripping, especially when BOTH OF THEM set off things that I don't agree with. But what did I do? I played shrink to one of my best friends, and debated philosophy with another at great length.
What did they set off? Well, my philosophy partner was quite prejudiced. I never agreed with prejudice, it makes no logical sense, but that didn't stop her any at all. I don't think I ever DID get around to the whole why of it all. It was still quite an enjoyable conversation, nonetheless. Arguement, done properly, IS the highest form of conversation POSSIBLE. I defy anybody to refute that.
My good friend told me quite a lengthy tale (which I asked him to tell) concerning a great deal of his past. Most of the problems that ever occured to him were almost always centered around women. Problems? Drugs, alcohol, crazy bitches, more booze, more alcohol, psychotic bitches, and a shitload of runoff in the form some damn fine works of art.
... There's only two people in the world that would know who the hell I'm talking about, or care, and they both not only know each other, but trust each other exclusively.
But fuck shit, what was it exactly that was coming across my mind while trying to SLEEP so I can work tomorrow without fainting (which, at this point, is likely to happen anyway)? ... *sighs* My method of figuring out somebody's problems normally isn't to answer them, but to ask a myriad of questions. So what was I thinking? Question after question after question. None of which directed at me, so they made no sense to me, and I couldn't answer them.
Then the little side of self doubt asking me "What the fuck are you doing, anyway? Are you actually practicing what you were preaching today? Do you really fucking believe that? Are you going to do something about it? Have you ever taken a risk in your life? Have you ever tried thinking from a different perspective?" FUCK FUCK FUCK No more fucking questions, fucking questions, fucking questions. Yay! Look at the lab scientist who sees things from the RAT'S perspective. Fucking crazy.