Je mange et chante toujours.
That means "I eat and sing always." Anyone who knows me would have to argue that it's irrefutably true. And if you aren't sure, then how many of you have invited me out to dinner? Yeah? Well, you should have. I would've sang for you. :'(
So the other day a friend of mine expressed concern with me because my latest LiveJournal posts sounded sad. I was unaware of this (that sounds stupid, doesn't it?). I was quite pleased to hear of this concern though. Sometimes you feel alone (despite how busy and loved you are), and I had forgotten how many friends I have. Or, more importantly, I haven't been a friend to those friends in which I do have. They know who they are. They've left me all sorts of supportive LJ comments, been tagging me in random theFacebook pictures, or actually reading my blog on MySpace. Damn, I have a lot of internet outlets, I'm not pathetic, right?
To say the least, I gotta start hanging out with them again.
And about the sad thing. I have good reason to be happy. And I usually am, as goes my typical self. Sometimes I'm tired and/or have low energy (because of the obvious lack of sleep, being sick, or not eating enough that day) and that can look like I'm sad. And sometimes I actually am sad. Joy hasn't been coming to me as easily lately (though it is just as fantastic as it ever was. So don't worry, I haven't changed in that crazy-go-dag-nasty-lucky-wtf-aspect). I haven't cried since June. Then again, tears are only an occasional function of sadness. And I know plenty of "men" who don't cry but still have sad times. So that doesn't say much for my case.
At any rate, thanks. Especially to grahameliorenerinjohnnyspencerjimcorey.
So the other day a friend of mine expressed concern with me because my latest LiveJournal posts sounded sad. I was unaware of this (that sounds stupid, doesn't it?). I was quite pleased to hear of this concern though. Sometimes you feel alone (despite how busy and loved you are), and I had forgotten how many friends I have. Or, more importantly, I haven't been a friend to those friends in which I do have. They know who they are. They've left me all sorts of supportive LJ comments, been tagging me in random theFacebook pictures, or actually reading my blog on MySpace. Damn, I have a lot of internet outlets, I'm not pathetic, right?
To say the least, I gotta start hanging out with them again.
And about the sad thing. I have good reason to be happy. And I usually am, as goes my typical self. Sometimes I'm tired and/or have low energy (because of the obvious lack of sleep, being sick, or not eating enough that day) and that can look like I'm sad. And sometimes I actually am sad. Joy hasn't been coming to me as easily lately (though it is just as fantastic as it ever was. So don't worry, I haven't changed in that crazy-go-dag-nasty-lucky-wtf-aspect). I haven't cried since June. Then again, tears are only an occasional function of sadness. And I know plenty of "men" who don't cry but still have sad times. So that doesn't say much for my case.
At any rate, thanks. Especially to grahameliorenerinjohnnyspencerjimcorey.