the persistance of memory
it seems like, no matter what i do the world is always conspiring against me. not that i ever let that stop me and my evil plans. ha. but sometimes i would like to come out of things not being scarred. i wish i could just remember all of the success and amazing things i have done but forget about all the crap that went along with it. i don't dwell on either side, i just give them both a fair remembering. if you have to sell your soul to the devil to get things done, wouldn't it be just that you could just enjoy the thing without constantly thinking about wether or not it was worth the price? i guess in a way it keeps me focused. if i pay $1000 for a trip i make sure to squeeze out every ounce of adventure and don't let laziness keep me down for even a single day of rest. but it seems like it is not possible for me to live in the moment. almost all of my enjoyment from activities comes after the fact. after i carefully analize what happened and how it effected me, and after careful consideration to the energy spend, problems created, and fun had.
in other news it has been 4 years in the south and i still don't like snow.
in other news it has been 4 years in the south and i still don't like snow.