Jul 11, 2007 15:41
I broke it.
Was being sloppy, slipped out my hand. Shattered on the floor in what seemed to be slow motion. Impressive really.
If not horrifying.
I can't tell if I allowed it to happen or it snuck1 up. I did know something was about to happen I could feel it, I noted it. Didn't really want to listen, never really want to listen to a negative forecast.
Too ashamed to actually say the words, in text or out load, even after these months. It brings into focus a track record highlighting points of my life. Why are the points always negative, why do we mark time by the failures. Is it because the mistakes are but the small points among all of the wonderful things and easy to point out.
How nice it might be to have a sense of getting somewhere. The next stage.
Oh how I long for single minded drive. Getting better, managing information wisely, study, research. Success comes in gradual development.
It is all so much overbearing woe, so monotone, irritating, skim-able, and not worth the energy. Except maybe that sigh.
But they're almost done installing the staircase to the back of my pedestal. So it should make it easier to get up and down, depending on the time of day, location, social situation and such.
1that is a real word dictionary, why am I adding it to the database.
communicating