My Last Post of the Day; Honest
I slept through my first two classes today because I needed the sleep. Hopefully it won't come back and bite me on the butt, but I wouldn't have learned anything anyway.
The dream means nothing.
Just something I saw today. Made me think of Wile E. Coyote.
When I was a kid, I loved those cartoons. I was that hyperactive roadrunner.
Later, I became more the coyote. Always hungry, always chasing, never happy except when anticipating a payoff that never came...
Sometimes you can see the coyote matching the roadrunner step-for-step.
I wondered about that.
If he was that fast, why'd he still always fail?
Maybe because...
Maybe because he'd gotten used to failing.
He could hope and scheme and grin and preen, but deep, deep down, he believed that bird was uncatchable.
And so it was.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
I think about things like this again now, when I'm bored enough.
- Fans, October 4, 2004 (copied instead of linked because it will only be publicly visible until midnight)
My gut reaction to this was, "Wow, that seems familiar." Then I thought about it for a little while and realized that my trouble is that I'm not a coyote. I'm not a chaser--I'm not a runner, either. I'm not active or reactive. I'm just dense and shortsighted and while I know what I'm looking for, I don't really know how to find it. And so, I should stop running around.
To the people who actually know me in person: If you happen to come across anyone who is actually interested in me, please, please encourage them to tell me so, even if they aren't interested in dating or anything... Just for my peace of mind. I'll be here in my room, playing games, doing homework, writing stories, and trying hard not to think about the large purple elephant. And I promise, the next time I'm awake until 4AM anyway I'll spend the time working on Elven Tales rather than berating myself.
The dream means nothing.
Just something I saw today. Made me think of Wile E. Coyote.
When I was a kid, I loved those cartoons. I was that hyperactive roadrunner.
Later, I became more the coyote. Always hungry, always chasing, never happy except when anticipating a payoff that never came...
Sometimes you can see the coyote matching the roadrunner step-for-step.
I wondered about that.
If he was that fast, why'd he still always fail?
Maybe because...
Maybe because he'd gotten used to failing.
He could hope and scheme and grin and preen, but deep, deep down, he believed that bird was uncatchable.
And so it was.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
I think about things like this again now, when I'm bored enough.
- Fans, October 4, 2004 (copied instead of linked because it will only be publicly visible until midnight)
My gut reaction to this was, "Wow, that seems familiar." Then I thought about it for a little while and realized that my trouble is that I'm not a coyote. I'm not a chaser--I'm not a runner, either. I'm not active or reactive. I'm just dense and shortsighted and while I know what I'm looking for, I don't really know how to find it. And so, I should stop running around.
To the people who actually know me in person: If you happen to come across anyone who is actually interested in me, please, please encourage them to tell me so, even if they aren't interested in dating or anything... Just for my peace of mind. I'll be here in my room, playing games, doing homework, writing stories, and trying hard not to think about the large purple elephant. And I promise, the next time I'm awake until 4AM anyway I'll spend the time working on Elven Tales rather than berating myself.