"When you run into my arms we steal a perfect moment"
The beautiful weather may be responsible. Then again so may a girl from Chicago. Or Rockstar Game's newest addition to their canon. It's not likely the turgid state of pro wrestling at the moment (apologies to CM Punk, The Miz, Chris Jericho, Daniels and Randy Orton who are blameless). Whatever the cause however Dar remains in a beautiful place. Emotionally anyway. Limerick is ok and all but not beautiful in the traditional sense of the word. Even the agitation with a dickhead customer who was giving Cormac shit earlier was kinda fun to me. Especially when the big Scottish customer told me he was just waiting to jump in on my behalf had the situation escalated. Fun times.
By the time my next day off rolls around on Thursday I will have worked eight consecutive days. My coin situation should improve immeasurably on Friday. Which is just as well cos there's been a bill every week for what seems like forever. And while I'm not struggling nor am I particularly prosperous. Or overly bothered by this I should concede, I just felt the need to finish out this paragraph somewhat before moving onto another.
I still daydream a lot. About futures. And occasionally pasts I'll admit which is sorta against the core tenents of Darism. And about all sorts of futuristic, fantastical, anarchic, chaotic worlds, either distorted versions of this one or else completely fictional settings. I'm still the star though. Even if one of my talents is to make others stars ahead of me in this, Dartime, my life. I'm like the Chris Jericho of Dartime it would appear. =p
The summer is here and I am full of belief again. Belief and hope and a little bit of confusion but just enough that it's a good thing in and of itself. I wake up happy. This might not sound like much to many of you but for a long time I didn't achieve that and of course there have been shorter periods of despair when I woke and genuinely felt disappointment that I hadn't died in my sleep. It pleases me that I've left those days behind, for now at least. Even writing this I can feel a surge of positive emotion building in my guts and tightening my throat. I've said it many times before but life is a journey from happy memory to happy memory. Darism, it took a while to work out the kinks, but it works. My life philosophy finally makes perfect sense to me. Accordingly life does too. Almost anyway. I don't wanna get all hippyish about it but I'm feeling pretty fucking zen about it all.
I can not wait to experience my future happy memories. And my future sad memories and angry memories and the likes? Bring them on, I'll see them through also and come out, if not smiling (I don't smile enough apparently) at least smirking (I smirk too much it would seem).
Stay happy,
Dar
By the time my next day off rolls around on Thursday I will have worked eight consecutive days. My coin situation should improve immeasurably on Friday. Which is just as well cos there's been a bill every week for what seems like forever. And while I'm not struggling nor am I particularly prosperous. Or overly bothered by this I should concede, I just felt the need to finish out this paragraph somewhat before moving onto another.
I still daydream a lot. About futures. And occasionally pasts I'll admit which is sorta against the core tenents of Darism. And about all sorts of futuristic, fantastical, anarchic, chaotic worlds, either distorted versions of this one or else completely fictional settings. I'm still the star though. Even if one of my talents is to make others stars ahead of me in this, Dartime, my life. I'm like the Chris Jericho of Dartime it would appear. =p
The summer is here and I am full of belief again. Belief and hope and a little bit of confusion but just enough that it's a good thing in and of itself. I wake up happy. This might not sound like much to many of you but for a long time I didn't achieve that and of course there have been shorter periods of despair when I woke and genuinely felt disappointment that I hadn't died in my sleep. It pleases me that I've left those days behind, for now at least. Even writing this I can feel a surge of positive emotion building in my guts and tightening my throat. I've said it many times before but life is a journey from happy memory to happy memory. Darism, it took a while to work out the kinks, but it works. My life philosophy finally makes perfect sense to me. Accordingly life does too. Almost anyway. I don't wanna get all hippyish about it but I'm feeling pretty fucking zen about it all.
I can not wait to experience my future happy memories. And my future sad memories and angry memories and the likes? Bring them on, I'll see them through also and come out, if not smiling (I don't smile enough apparently) at least smirking (I smirk too much it would seem).
Stay happy,
Dar