Damn you insomnia. Damn you to hell, or bed. Whatever you don't like.
Now sometimes, insomnia is a straight bitch. And sometimes, it's a blessing in disguise. Because, I don't know about you, but sometimes, I get at my best, most creative, and frankly, weirdest at early hours of the morning. And I prefer being weird to being logical. Although, ideally, I could be weird and logical, and introduce you all to a new style of thinking. Alas, I have not yet thought of this thinking style. But alas, again, more digressions. But from this point on, no more! Only on topic for me, for the rest of this post. Unless I get bored and decide something else must be discussed. Something vitally important. But I don't think I have any of that right now.
Let's take this thing head on here. See where it goes.
I need to learn about dreams. What causes them, how you can affect them, what they mean, and all that lovely stuff. Because lately, I've been having some right fucked up dreams, that aren't so much scary as they are straight up bizarre, involving a lot of people from my past, and strange houses, and things like that. Is it a sign that I need to change things? Back to the old ways? It's an interesting concept, but I like things as they stand now. Perhaps I'm supposed to change things in a forward-thinking fashion. But again, I have no urge to move forward. It took me twenty damn years to find a place where I'm relatively comfortable with who I am, who I associate with, what I do, and all that. But as it stands, I'm not ready to leave yet. Why get out before the getting is good? All I really want is to be surrounded by strange people doing strange things, and enjoying it fully, because all you regular folk out there just can't quite grasp what's going on. Although, to be fair, anyone who happens to read this thing on a regular basis probably isn't your basic type of soul. Hopefully one who wants to be enlightened, or at the very least entertained by me. But honestly, if I can make you look at something in a different light, whether you agree with it or not, I think I've done my job. Not that this is a job. Mostly, it's for fun. Or out of pure unadulterated hate for someone I met during the day. Which I then broaden into a disturbingly violent rant against them. But not on a personal level. You see, I'm a professional. I won't stoop to the level of callous insults via internet forum. Even if it's necessary. We must remain professionals if we plan to accomplish anything of meaning. Not really though. Just joking.
But really, I've been known to say some offensive things. Some of you may remember the good old days of my Hitler/Jesus comparisons. Or my lack of condemnation of terrorists. But really, that's not what this is about. Simply put, I refuse to accept anything told to me by others, unless I trust them fully, or have no real reason not to agree. But more unfortunately than anything, I can find no place to take this post. Which oddly enough, brings me back to my original point. I'm very comfortable with myself right now, which leaves me with no anger to direct and writing. But I only write well when I'm uncomfortable or angry. Damnit! That makes me mad. But just not mad enough. At least, not angry enough.
Well, that's it for this one.
Baron.
Let's take this thing head on here. See where it goes.
I need to learn about dreams. What causes them, how you can affect them, what they mean, and all that lovely stuff. Because lately, I've been having some right fucked up dreams, that aren't so much scary as they are straight up bizarre, involving a lot of people from my past, and strange houses, and things like that. Is it a sign that I need to change things? Back to the old ways? It's an interesting concept, but I like things as they stand now. Perhaps I'm supposed to change things in a forward-thinking fashion. But again, I have no urge to move forward. It took me twenty damn years to find a place where I'm relatively comfortable with who I am, who I associate with, what I do, and all that. But as it stands, I'm not ready to leave yet. Why get out before the getting is good? All I really want is to be surrounded by strange people doing strange things, and enjoying it fully, because all you regular folk out there just can't quite grasp what's going on. Although, to be fair, anyone who happens to read this thing on a regular basis probably isn't your basic type of soul. Hopefully one who wants to be enlightened, or at the very least entertained by me. But honestly, if I can make you look at something in a different light, whether you agree with it or not, I think I've done my job. Not that this is a job. Mostly, it's for fun. Or out of pure unadulterated hate for someone I met during the day. Which I then broaden into a disturbingly violent rant against them. But not on a personal level. You see, I'm a professional. I won't stoop to the level of callous insults via internet forum. Even if it's necessary. We must remain professionals if we plan to accomplish anything of meaning. Not really though. Just joking.
But really, I've been known to say some offensive things. Some of you may remember the good old days of my Hitler/Jesus comparisons. Or my lack of condemnation of terrorists. But really, that's not what this is about. Simply put, I refuse to accept anything told to me by others, unless I trust them fully, or have no real reason not to agree. But more unfortunately than anything, I can find no place to take this post. Which oddly enough, brings me back to my original point. I'm very comfortable with myself right now, which leaves me with no anger to direct and writing. But I only write well when I'm uncomfortable or angry. Damnit! That makes me mad. But just not mad enough. At least, not angry enough.
Well, that's it for this one.
Baron.