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"the difference between you and me is that your mind functions in the flat plane of linear thought, whereas I... I am free to come and go as i please within the realm of the exponential"
Hi, I've decided that im getting kind of sick with writing ambiguous passages and phrases that mean nothing, so today i will regale you with a tale of my exiting life. Are you ready?!
So first things first, I lost my job as a tele-researcher, and all for the best, because if they hadnt fired me i probably would have spent my whole year off working in cubicle hell because the pay was good and i was too lazy to get off my ass and find another job. But the upshot of it is that i have no source on income to support my own habits, so i've been filling out applications like mad, and it shouldnt be too hard to find another job... especially now that it's august and most kids my age are filling out their two weeks notices and getting back to their schoolwork... not me, HA!!
....The thing that i've noticed about myself after all this time is that i have neither the modivation, nor the inclination, to become a functional member of society. At a time when all my friends are gearing up for college, getting ready for their careers and their lives, I have found myself drifing along in a meandering path not really knowing where i will turn up. And I find it works for me, i think it's better that way, because the people who spend their lives preparing up a stable, predictable future for themselves surely know that they'll just end up dead anyway. I'm alive now, though, at the height of my youth, i can't afford to waste my time writing papers and livejournal entries!!!
but i find that i waste a lot of my time, and i doubt that it matters, for what I do has little meaning and I have never been able to convince myself otherwise. Just yesterday, i was running from the cops through the abandoned darkness of an elementary school in august, and four hours earlier i had eaten three small sqaures of paper that worked my head in such a way that in that limited atmosphere, flashlights and police radios tendriling after me, wondering just how much longer i could withstand this cops-and-robbers mockery, I soon found that I had escaped the fuzz and the benevolence of the night sky whispered to me with kindness, i soon found that i had nothing to fear.
We are ants fighting ants unable to see the greater patterns unfolding above us. and just like that, I fold into ambiguity again... well, if you're still reading..... then you might as well learn to like it.
Hi, I've decided that im getting kind of sick with writing ambiguous passages and phrases that mean nothing, so today i will regale you with a tale of my exiting life. Are you ready?!
So first things first, I lost my job as a tele-researcher, and all for the best, because if they hadnt fired me i probably would have spent my whole year off working in cubicle hell because the pay was good and i was too lazy to get off my ass and find another job. But the upshot of it is that i have no source on income to support my own habits, so i've been filling out applications like mad, and it shouldnt be too hard to find another job... especially now that it's august and most kids my age are filling out their two weeks notices and getting back to their schoolwork... not me, HA!!
....The thing that i've noticed about myself after all this time is that i have neither the modivation, nor the inclination, to become a functional member of society. At a time when all my friends are gearing up for college, getting ready for their careers and their lives, I have found myself drifing along in a meandering path not really knowing where i will turn up. And I find it works for me, i think it's better that way, because the people who spend their lives preparing up a stable, predictable future for themselves surely know that they'll just end up dead anyway. I'm alive now, though, at the height of my youth, i can't afford to waste my time writing papers and livejournal entries!!!
but i find that i waste a lot of my time, and i doubt that it matters, for what I do has little meaning and I have never been able to convince myself otherwise. Just yesterday, i was running from the cops through the abandoned darkness of an elementary school in august, and four hours earlier i had eaten three small sqaures of paper that worked my head in such a way that in that limited atmosphere, flashlights and police radios tendriling after me, wondering just how much longer i could withstand this cops-and-robbers mockery, I soon found that I had escaped the fuzz and the benevolence of the night sky whispered to me with kindness, i soon found that i had nothing to fear.
We are ants fighting ants unable to see the greater patterns unfolding above us. and just like that, I fold into ambiguity again... well, if you're still reading..... then you might as well learn to like it.