Sometimes I write
It has been a long time since I just stat down and started writing without some kind of prompting. Either I wanted to figure something out, had to praise something, explain, or try to express something. I think it is therapeutic to write. I don't believe in editing, because your writing turns into something else. Edited writing is dishonest when you are trying to express something. It has it's place in textbooks and literature meant to be art. I could be called out because I do some type of editing as I write, I don't just let the words pour from my unconscious. I don't know if I could type it all out fast enough. And my thoughts are not linear. I think in levels, often about more than one thing.
I am staying in Healdsburg. I know that some people like to call their parents place home. Many of my college friends say, "I'm going home!" when school ends. It still is a home for me, I am loved by my parents and sisters and I love them more than I can express. I am able to think of any place that I exist in any moment as my home. I won't get all Zen on this because I don't want to think that rigorously or try to explain something. TO be completely comfortable with any situation. Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity. I think this is why I don't need to call people that miss me. I don't need that reassurance, I don't know why. Maybe I am not as close to people as they feel they are to me. Maybe that's conceited. I don't think I abuse it too much.
I am pretty relaxed right now. I think the fact that my computer doesn't work is a blessing and a curse. I cannot fill up my time with some strategy game. But I also can't hop on and have a endless deposit of the world's information at my fingertips. It's a good sabbatical for me. How about that, I'm taking a break from acquiring knowledge for a while. Not at the expense of my personal betterment though.
I moved. That was hard. I have a lot of storage though. Which is good. My room is a mess though, I didn't sort my stuff. Which is bad. I live with three girls, which is both. They are extraordinary girls, I would leap at the chance for any one of them. Mary will have to learn to share her food. Because I am much more a family style living guy, and I will cook for everyone pretty often. Hopefully we will be able to mesh all the food together and not have to worry about it and just split shopping bills. Kelly is grounded. She will handle shit. No nonsense with her, if something isn't right in the house it'll get dealt with. Clarissa will cook with me. I am excited. I think the tension will be healthy. We are all mature. I could see it getting spicy. One of Sidrah's friends mentioned to me, living with two girls makes you pimp, four makes you gay. So what does three make me? I guess bisexual. Hah. I can't wait to live with them.
Oooooh and camp is soon. I am excited for that. Ok, this is getting long. I am going to go drink some beer and read a book by the pool. Ahh, Healdsburg.
I am staying in Healdsburg. I know that some people like to call their parents place home. Many of my college friends say, "I'm going home!" when school ends. It still is a home for me, I am loved by my parents and sisters and I love them more than I can express. I am able to think of any place that I exist in any moment as my home. I won't get all Zen on this because I don't want to think that rigorously or try to explain something. TO be completely comfortable with any situation. Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity. I think this is why I don't need to call people that miss me. I don't need that reassurance, I don't know why. Maybe I am not as close to people as they feel they are to me. Maybe that's conceited. I don't think I abuse it too much.
I am pretty relaxed right now. I think the fact that my computer doesn't work is a blessing and a curse. I cannot fill up my time with some strategy game. But I also can't hop on and have a endless deposit of the world's information at my fingertips. It's a good sabbatical for me. How about that, I'm taking a break from acquiring knowledge for a while. Not at the expense of my personal betterment though.
I moved. That was hard. I have a lot of storage though. Which is good. My room is a mess though, I didn't sort my stuff. Which is bad. I live with three girls, which is both. They are extraordinary girls, I would leap at the chance for any one of them. Mary will have to learn to share her food. Because I am much more a family style living guy, and I will cook for everyone pretty often. Hopefully we will be able to mesh all the food together and not have to worry about it and just split shopping bills. Kelly is grounded. She will handle shit. No nonsense with her, if something isn't right in the house it'll get dealt with. Clarissa will cook with me. I am excited. I think the tension will be healthy. We are all mature. I could see it getting spicy. One of Sidrah's friends mentioned to me, living with two girls makes you pimp, four makes you gay. So what does three make me? I guess bisexual. Hah. I can't wait to live with them.
Oooooh and camp is soon. I am excited for that. Ok, this is getting long. I am going to go drink some beer and read a book by the pool. Ahh, Healdsburg.