Feb 12, 2009 14:20
I've been writing a little bit more lately.
On bits and scraps of paper. In awkward public places.
I want to take more pictures. I think I still have undeveloped film.
I want an old camera and I want someone to teach me how to use it.
"Some people are happy being alone"
And I could hear in her silence that she didn't understand. She's too young and too in love. But that's good, it's a good place to be.
It was strange to hear because I think I am one of those people. Really truly happy. Without anyone else. I do have one hypothesis, but that's for another time. Or maybe not at all.
I have a nagging uncertainty about the direction I'm heading lately. I learned I do care what people think but not in the conventional sense. I am trying it on for size but I am not taking it lightly. At all. I just want to be taken seriously.
That's so me. Always indecisive. Always 50/50.
Pros and cons? ugh equal.
But I like where this is going. Don't you change anything. It'd be nice not to be thrown off kilter for once. I'm already tilting enough.