it's as simple as somethin' that nobody knows
I've been eating for quite a long while now. You know, a bagel here, some ice cream there. Cognitive dissonance reduction is in full swing. I worked out earlier and I'm about to start my period. Excuses keep me from feeling really bad about myself.
It's July 1st. As of this past Wednesday at 3 am, I'm 23. That's old, more or less. I've experienced about a quarter of life, assuming that there aren't any major life-ending events along the way. I guess that's not an incredibly safe assumption. Anyway, I can see how I might be pretty tired at the end of it all. All this happiness and unhappiness wears me out.
House-sitting for the Grate family has allowed me to spend my afternoon in front of the biggest Macintosh screen I've ever seen in my life. I like how adding "in my life" is so unnecessarily necessary. What I mean is, it's an abnormally large screen. But the words are still too small.
I think industries collaborate. The opthamologists and contact lens people had a big conference with the the computer people... "Make the words too small," they said, "so people will lose their vision at a younger age and spend more money on eye care." Damn the conspiracies. The world cares nothing about you, only about your money. I think I'll move to New Zealand. Wait. No.
Here's my thing. Babies are good. In the words of a wise friend, new life is always cause for celebration. But I wish people could become all they can be before they have to be responsible for another life. Here I underestimate the value of good parenting. This world needs more kind-hearted people and somebody has to raise them.
And that leads me to another thought I've had recently. Only slightly related. Too bad we have this innate desire to reproduce. Because the world already has plenty of hungry mouths to feed... attached to family-less children who could potentially be raised to know kindness and gentleness and concern for the rest of humanity. Anybody volunteer? I would, except I have a feeling it's way easier said than done. Raising somebody else's child would almost be more pressure. Because if I screw up, I'd rather it be my own project... "I got pregnant so I did the best I could" sort of thing.
Huhwhatt?
I've stopped eating for now. That's good. My right nostril is still stopped up. That's bad.
So Matilda, the Grate family's pug, is asleep on the floor beside me. Although I speak negatively of her not-so-attractive appearance, I like Matilda a lot. She's my friend. She hangs out with me on a Saturday night when my boyfriend is in Colorado and my friends are at camp and the beach. I suppose I could branch out and call other friends but I'm actually feeling pretty good about my evening.
Just so you know.
I think I'll go blow my nose now.
It's July 1st. As of this past Wednesday at 3 am, I'm 23. That's old, more or less. I've experienced about a quarter of life, assuming that there aren't any major life-ending events along the way. I guess that's not an incredibly safe assumption. Anyway, I can see how I might be pretty tired at the end of it all. All this happiness and unhappiness wears me out.
House-sitting for the Grate family has allowed me to spend my afternoon in front of the biggest Macintosh screen I've ever seen in my life. I like how adding "in my life" is so unnecessarily necessary. What I mean is, it's an abnormally large screen. But the words are still too small.
I think industries collaborate. The opthamologists and contact lens people had a big conference with the the computer people... "Make the words too small," they said, "so people will lose their vision at a younger age and spend more money on eye care." Damn the conspiracies. The world cares nothing about you, only about your money. I think I'll move to New Zealand. Wait. No.
Here's my thing. Babies are good. In the words of a wise friend, new life is always cause for celebration. But I wish people could become all they can be before they have to be responsible for another life. Here I underestimate the value of good parenting. This world needs more kind-hearted people and somebody has to raise them.
And that leads me to another thought I've had recently. Only slightly related. Too bad we have this innate desire to reproduce. Because the world already has plenty of hungry mouths to feed... attached to family-less children who could potentially be raised to know kindness and gentleness and concern for the rest of humanity. Anybody volunteer? I would, except I have a feeling it's way easier said than done. Raising somebody else's child would almost be more pressure. Because if I screw up, I'd rather it be my own project... "I got pregnant so I did the best I could" sort of thing.
Huhwhatt?
I've stopped eating for now. That's good. My right nostril is still stopped up. That's bad.
So Matilda, the Grate family's pug, is asleep on the floor beside me. Although I speak negatively of her not-so-attractive appearance, I like Matilda a lot. She's my friend. She hangs out with me on a Saturday night when my boyfriend is in Colorado and my friends are at camp and the beach. I suppose I could branch out and call other friends but I'm actually feeling pretty good about my evening.
Just so you know.
I think I'll go blow my nose now.