Another fun filled night with Sara Frank!
After a long ass day of gruelling work, and of course the mandatory daily recital rehearsal, Sara and I embarked on a quest...to buy a sweater. So we went to the mall and I got my sweater and she got pants (15%off) and then the quest evolved into finding the perfect hoodie and boots. After about a half hour of extreme speed shopping, we hurried away from the Staten Island Mall to find ourselves ringing Mr. Berger's doorbell at 10pm. After a lovely chat, we saw Man of the Year, the new Robin Williams movie. I think I really liked it. It had a great freaking cast- Robin Williams and Christopher Walken alone made it for me, then I saw Lewis Black was in it. It was very very interesting. It ran the gamuit of human emotion, all but extreme sadness (I think).
But no one cares.
Neither would I if I were you. I don't even know why I felt I had to share.
Maybe cause it's really, really nice to have a friend. It's been a while. And it makes me smile. That rhymed. NICE.
So, I was considering putting an actual description of myself as a person on my Myspace. What would I write? Evere since I was young I always hated writing those essays they assign you about yourself. I hated them because I thought they were selfish, in part because I was worried what people think of me. But why now? Surely someone who doesn't quite care what anyone thinks shouldn't have a problem. When I come upon this problem now and again, I feel whats the use; perhaps its still leftover concern with the small part of me that cares what people think, perhaps its laziness, but I think it is mostly a complete acknowledgement of my warped perspective.
Really, who can map themselves out efficiently? How we perceive ourselves is (most of the time) not how others perceive us. We may think we are bold, while others think we are timid. We may think we are right while another thinks we are wrong. So where's the distinction? Is it how we perceive the world or how the world perceives us?
This whole introspective inner monologue sprang from the 4 minutes of pondering on the car ride back to my house. It actually only took up only about 30 seconds of thought. Probably less. So why the elaboration? I'm not entirely sure. While turing onto Richmond Avenue I thought: I like to laugh. I think It was a result of listening to Mitch Hedberg in Sara's car for about 2 minutes. Then I thought, I don't like to be serious, but I take myself very seroiusly. I thought of how spot-on I was in that description, whcih led me to the thought that hey, maybe I'm not so spot-on. All the time people glorify themselves or shoot themselves down on revealing webpages- and I'm not even counting those who do it for attention. I'm talking about the people who really sit down and think about who they are, and how to put that into words.
How silly. Are words replacing the actual company of a particualr person? No. But we all still do it.
I don't know, I think I hate it less than I used to, but it still turns me off. I hope you enjoyed your stay inside my mind for a moment.
But no one cares.
Neither would I if I were you. I don't even know why I felt I had to share.
Maybe cause it's really, really nice to have a friend. It's been a while. And it makes me smile. That rhymed. NICE.
So, I was considering putting an actual description of myself as a person on my Myspace. What would I write? Evere since I was young I always hated writing those essays they assign you about yourself. I hated them because I thought they were selfish, in part because I was worried what people think of me. But why now? Surely someone who doesn't quite care what anyone thinks shouldn't have a problem. When I come upon this problem now and again, I feel whats the use; perhaps its still leftover concern with the small part of me that cares what people think, perhaps its laziness, but I think it is mostly a complete acknowledgement of my warped perspective.
Really, who can map themselves out efficiently? How we perceive ourselves is (most of the time) not how others perceive us. We may think we are bold, while others think we are timid. We may think we are right while another thinks we are wrong. So where's the distinction? Is it how we perceive the world or how the world perceives us?
This whole introspective inner monologue sprang from the 4 minutes of pondering on the car ride back to my house. It actually only took up only about 30 seconds of thought. Probably less. So why the elaboration? I'm not entirely sure. While turing onto Richmond Avenue I thought: I like to laugh. I think It was a result of listening to Mitch Hedberg in Sara's car for about 2 minutes. Then I thought, I don't like to be serious, but I take myself very seroiusly. I thought of how spot-on I was in that description, whcih led me to the thought that hey, maybe I'm not so spot-on. All the time people glorify themselves or shoot themselves down on revealing webpages- and I'm not even counting those who do it for attention. I'm talking about the people who really sit down and think about who they are, and how to put that into words.
How silly. Are words replacing the actual company of a particualr person? No. But we all still do it.
I don't know, I think I hate it less than I used to, but it still turns me off. I hope you enjoyed your stay inside my mind for a moment.