Picture if you will a quiet scene of a young man, headphones on, cake and whatnot playing, cleaning a rifle and trying to realize whether he feels much at all about his grandfather dieing, and so on to thoughts of mortality, afterlives, reincarnation, how one should approach life, approaching death, whether or not he liked or loved his grandparent beyond the genetic level, etc. Then add to this picture his surroundings. He sits in a folding chair wedged between two cots, to his right is an empty bunk, but each other one in the 10 man tent (currently holding 14) is occupied by another soul making their peace with the day however they choose. One guy headphones himself away behind a computer screen, another guy picks his toes lint free, and a group of guys huddle behind a dvd player screen. Add to this sound effects, cake of course since we're focusing on the young man for a moment, laughter, and then the screams and skin slapping sounds of porn. A rape video or some such. add in the smell of feet, ass, and sweaty men, and you have my experience tonight. This my lambs is why I live alone. and why I really don't like people for extended periods of time. Sure there are exceptions every once in a while. but it all comes down to me liking, nay, loving my own personal space. This is a leading contributor to my singleness, and to my (in my opinion) sanity. Is it just me? Am I the bad guy here? I think not.
I hope there is some amount of tolerance to be gained here. Some lesson I'm needing. I like to think serendipity or karma or something prevails in the world. Right now I have a karmic black eye.
and a little nose bleed.
I'm probably doubling over as we speak.
lets hope I don't get curbed.
On another completely non-tangential topic. I have had multiple dreams about people in
deanmoriarty77's life. These people are his sister-in-law, his sister, and our mutual friend A_ . And now because of those dreams those three people are stuck in my head. And because sound and picture are really linked for me right now I keep hearing dean and his wife doing that nasal sound they do to mock said sister-in-law. Insert that sound here: eeeeEEEEEeeeah!
yes
eeeEEEeeaah my lambs
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