subtleties
tonight was a good night. pretty much just a watching a movie night at christians. a conversational night. a night that left me thinking about a lot of things i am pretty certain i didnt want to think about...because of the triviality of it all, not to mention home completely fruitless it is to worry about things like whether people think youre a good person or not.
last night was a great night. although, i think im going to keep it to myself. the lesson of this spring thus far is that sometimes being open perhaps isnt the best way to make anyone understand you. mostly people end up jumping to conclusions. so you might as well let them speculate with as little information as possible.
and plus, i need to be more guarded in general. it might make me appreciate...(remember... internalize...etc) more. keeping my own secrets. or essentially, not feeling the need to gage how good a night was based on how interesting a story it would make to someone when i tell it the next day. thats a big step. it might make me a better listener too. for some reason, im writing this with savannah in mind. i know shed agree with me and i know she would think this was an important thing for me to realize.
lost in translation is one in the other room and its the second overtly intellectual movie that ive watched tonight (waking life being the first) the key to this movie is subtleties. thats what i love about it anyway. the wooden clothespins in the back of his coat as he is leaving the bar says more than any overt statement that reiterates the message could. and it does so ironically. and we love irony. well, i dont know about we. thats a generalization. i love irony. although, i really hate explaining irony to someone else. ramble ramble mumble mumble. done.
i miss the innocence ive known
playing kiss covers
beautiful and stoned
last night was a great night. although, i think im going to keep it to myself. the lesson of this spring thus far is that sometimes being open perhaps isnt the best way to make anyone understand you. mostly people end up jumping to conclusions. so you might as well let them speculate with as little information as possible.
and plus, i need to be more guarded in general. it might make me appreciate...(remember... internalize...etc) more. keeping my own secrets. or essentially, not feeling the need to gage how good a night was based on how interesting a story it would make to someone when i tell it the next day. thats a big step. it might make me a better listener too. for some reason, im writing this with savannah in mind. i know shed agree with me and i know she would think this was an important thing for me to realize.
lost in translation is one in the other room and its the second overtly intellectual movie that ive watched tonight (waking life being the first) the key to this movie is subtleties. thats what i love about it anyway. the wooden clothespins in the back of his coat as he is leaving the bar says more than any overt statement that reiterates the message could. and it does so ironically. and we love irony. well, i dont know about we. thats a generalization. i love irony. although, i really hate explaining irony to someone else. ramble ramble mumble mumble. done.
i miss the innocence ive known
playing kiss covers
beautiful and stoned