once upon tiem...and such
Seems like I've been here before... There used to be some form of brain wave activity here, but its fallen by the way side. I think the quick, easy and (hella) impersonal FB had stold'ed me away. I use to (and still do) think it was Clever to see a friend post her LJ as "my life 160 characters at a time". Quite clever, and i was envious I didn't think of it first (there again, lack of brain wave activity, and we all know how much I love "gomi-isms"). Now, while clever, its also a bit sad. No one can be compressed into 160 characters.... Someone I have nothing in common with (which more and more I find to be about 110% of the general population of Earth) has more facets to them than 160 characters at a time can convey. I think its my curse that everyone I meet interest me to some degree. Sure, this person might be a jerk, or worst mom of the year etc, but they have a favorite shampoo....something about me wants to know what brand of shampoo that is, and why? (***shampoo being used as an example of a variable.....not that i actually care about shampoo***). I want to know the little quirks that make them a specific person, and not just 'filler' (the people required for realism in the background in movies).
I just stalled out while typing this....looking blankly at the page above me. There were stories in books when I was a kid. Stories that had (almost) nothing to do with the words on the page. In class I'd stare at the pages until the words blurred and you really see the gaps between the words... It leaves a picture sometimes....like the scratch off drawning where you start w/ a black page and each scratch leaves a white (or colored) line. I would be off on an adventure based not on the subject of the book, but on the pictures between the words.....This is likely why I did so poorly in school. The pictures left behind by what the words didn't say, was always better than whatever the words tried to convey.
Sometimes I think life would be quite simple and easy if it could be compressed to 160 characters a pop. I am thankful that it can't.
I'll be here for a while, if anyone should (Gawd forbid) need me.... C'mon in fellars, the water is fine.
I just stalled out while typing this....looking blankly at the page above me. There were stories in books when I was a kid. Stories that had (almost) nothing to do with the words on the page. In class I'd stare at the pages until the words blurred and you really see the gaps between the words... It leaves a picture sometimes....like the scratch off drawning where you start w/ a black page and each scratch leaves a white (or colored) line. I would be off on an adventure based not on the subject of the book, but on the pictures between the words.....This is likely why I did so poorly in school. The pictures left behind by what the words didn't say, was always better than whatever the words tried to convey.
Sometimes I think life would be quite simple and easy if it could be compressed to 160 characters a pop. I am thankful that it can't.
I'll be here for a while, if anyone should (Gawd forbid) need me.... C'mon in fellars, the water is fine.