We go out in stormy weather, we rarely practice discern.
I started packing today and for some reason I can't bring myself to throw out old schoolwork. I know I will never look at it again, but I feel as though as soon as I throw it away I will have some question that could only be answered by the notes. Crazy, I know. I have a problem with throwing things away. I have a problem with not having access to everything I've either read or written.
Incidentally, the past week has reaffirmed every good thing I ever thought about humanity. I feel optimistic, a word that hasn't even existed in my vocabulary prior to this point. I don't even know why. Nothing even happened. Or maybe it did and I'm too shortsighted to see it. Talking during a storm earlier in the week with two Chrises (is that the plural of Chris? =p) made me realize. I know I didn't put what I realized, because it can't really be put into words. I just realized.
I've been experiencing synesthesia. I'll look at something pretty and hear music that perfectly fits it. Or I'll listen to music and it will remind me of a color. I sound crazy. I am crazy. Crazy means nothing.
I don't know what to say...I'm going swimming!
Incidentally, the past week has reaffirmed every good thing I ever thought about humanity. I feel optimistic, a word that hasn't even existed in my vocabulary prior to this point. I don't even know why. Nothing even happened. Or maybe it did and I'm too shortsighted to see it. Talking during a storm earlier in the week with two Chrises (is that the plural of Chris? =p) made me realize. I know I didn't put what I realized, because it can't really be put into words. I just realized.
I've been experiencing synesthesia. I'll look at something pretty and hear music that perfectly fits it. Or I'll listen to music and it will remind me of a color. I sound crazy. I am crazy. Crazy means nothing.
I don't know what to say...I'm going swimming!