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I'm really content with my life right now. The only things I'd really want to change are my shaking, smoking automobile, and my sleeping habits.
I'm beginning to realize that I enjoy hugs, and affection. I used to hate everything involving any sort of intimacy among friends. I like walking around with my arm around a friend. I like to hug my friends when we say goodbye. I like when people pat me on the head. I still don't like sharp or repeated touches. I still freak out a little when people I don't know touch me...but it's just funny to look back on the years, and how much I've changed. I used to scream bloody murder at Jer if he touched my leg when we were in the car. Now I really like laying around with my head in someone's lap, staring up at the ceiling and not really thinking about anything.
It seems like everyday that goes by, I think less and less. This is something that started at the end of the winter. It makes life a lot less bothersome. You don't worry so much. Everything is easier to take in. Sometimes I have moments that seem completely void of thought. I used to never have a single moment of calm...or if it was calm, it was because I was thinking about every single small detail of something that made me happy...which isn't really calm because I'd find myself with warm tinglies thinking about whatever. Now it seems that you can ask me what I'm thinking about, and nothing could be a completely honest answer.
Maybe I'm just slowly becoming mentally retarded. Oh well. It's kind of nice. I don't feel crazy.
I'm really glad summer is coming back. I'm really excited about Mike Doughty and MC Chris next week. I'm gonna watch the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou tonight. Tomorrow Fry and I will venture out into the world searching for awesome pictures.
I'm beginning to realize that I enjoy hugs, and affection. I used to hate everything involving any sort of intimacy among friends. I like walking around with my arm around a friend. I like to hug my friends when we say goodbye. I like when people pat me on the head. I still don't like sharp or repeated touches. I still freak out a little when people I don't know touch me...but it's just funny to look back on the years, and how much I've changed. I used to scream bloody murder at Jer if he touched my leg when we were in the car. Now I really like laying around with my head in someone's lap, staring up at the ceiling and not really thinking about anything.
It seems like everyday that goes by, I think less and less. This is something that started at the end of the winter. It makes life a lot less bothersome. You don't worry so much. Everything is easier to take in. Sometimes I have moments that seem completely void of thought. I used to never have a single moment of calm...or if it was calm, it was because I was thinking about every single small detail of something that made me happy...which isn't really calm because I'd find myself with warm tinglies thinking about whatever. Now it seems that you can ask me what I'm thinking about, and nothing could be a completely honest answer.
Maybe I'm just slowly becoming mentally retarded. Oh well. It's kind of nice. I don't feel crazy.
I'm really glad summer is coming back. I'm really excited about Mike Doughty and MC Chris next week. I'm gonna watch the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou tonight. Tomorrow Fry and I will venture out into the world searching for awesome pictures.