Apparently I just periodically miss this,
which is senseless because it's always sitting right here waiting for me, but I just choose to ignore it for periods lasting anywhere from a month to several.
Remember when Lydia was my favorite band?
Remember when I took pictures at 2:30am in Monmouth Beach and had no friends?
Remember when my entire range of emotions, from inconsolable to ecstatic would be explored in the course of a weekend?
Remember when I was wistful?
Remember when I'd never drink or smoke?
Remember when I adamantly believed in objective truth?
Remember when I'd post livejournals multiple times per week?
Remember when I was idealistic and alone and just so indescribably content with life and spoke the ocean in the hour just before sunrise?
I'm not really sure to whom these are addressed. THANK GOODNESS the last one is still around, though, and I will probably be departing soon to speak to my longest-standing and most loyal friend. The first one may be temporarily true also, as I'm loving Lydia's second album right now, and it seems only fitting I'd listen to it as I write this.
Taking up my new habit was one of the best decisions I ever made. I was already pretty happy before I did, but having done it with some frequency now, I can only conclude it's made me even happier. I'm more spiritual, I'm friendlier, and I'm far more pleased with my life. I still have my mild paranoias and neuroses but I have made progress, and truly, they only bother me on rare occasions.
P.S. I had to stop typing in the middle of the last rhetorical question up there to close my eyes and get giddy and smile enormously, just because I was thinking about how great my life is.
I forgot my Ipod was named Grendel. I just cracked up when I saw that just now. I had some good insights sometimes, even back in the day, if I can toot my own horn a little.
I wish other people still used Livejournal. Reviewing my old entries, getting comments used to make me all smiley. Though, even if nobody else ever happens to see this, it won't be that bad at all. ;-)
I'm off to the Ocean. Goodnight.
Remember when Lydia was my favorite band?
Remember when I took pictures at 2:30am in Monmouth Beach and had no friends?
Remember when my entire range of emotions, from inconsolable to ecstatic would be explored in the course of a weekend?
Remember when I was wistful?
Remember when I'd never drink or smoke?
Remember when I adamantly believed in objective truth?
Remember when I'd post livejournals multiple times per week?
Remember when I was idealistic and alone and just so indescribably content with life and spoke the ocean in the hour just before sunrise?
I'm not really sure to whom these are addressed. THANK GOODNESS the last one is still around, though, and I will probably be departing soon to speak to my longest-standing and most loyal friend. The first one may be temporarily true also, as I'm loving Lydia's second album right now, and it seems only fitting I'd listen to it as I write this.
Taking up my new habit was one of the best decisions I ever made. I was already pretty happy before I did, but having done it with some frequency now, I can only conclude it's made me even happier. I'm more spiritual, I'm friendlier, and I'm far more pleased with my life. I still have my mild paranoias and neuroses but I have made progress, and truly, they only bother me on rare occasions.
P.S. I had to stop typing in the middle of the last rhetorical question up there to close my eyes and get giddy and smile enormously, just because I was thinking about how great my life is.
I forgot my Ipod was named Grendel. I just cracked up when I saw that just now. I had some good insights sometimes, even back in the day, if I can toot my own horn a little.
I wish other people still used Livejournal. Reviewing my old entries, getting comments used to make me all smiley. Though, even if nobody else ever happens to see this, it won't be that bad at all. ;-)
I'm off to the Ocean. Goodnight.