here I'm debating time I'm waiting chime the wake
Lately I've been kind of down, I don't know. It's been almost two months since I last posted. These two facts are unrelated. In fact, looking over last year's entries, I think I posted too much when I was sad and not enough about the good times. I think my FALLACIOUS ASSUMPTION was that I would remember the good times, which is true, but not in the same loving detail that I recorded the sad shit, apparently. WHATEVER
I'm not depressed about anything in particular, so it's a kind of miscellanea of discontent. But in fact things have been going pretty well. I did a teaching stint last month which I will post about in lavish detail, actually I think I will just type up the personal diary I was keeping them on the backs of scraps of paper during free periods in the staffroom, then my wit will be preserved for posterity. I'm apparently incapable of keeping a private journal, I'm too flashy and attention-seeking. I am interning with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs now, no comment, this information is classified. There is a lot of classified information in my life at the moment and I'm not sure how I feel about it. File that under 'miscellanea', I guess, file it and move on. Other stuff has happened, more miscellanea, never mind.
I guess it's become increasingly obvious that something's gotta give. I need a change, I can't keep running away from things while looking back over my shoulder or I'm going to slam into something and it's going to hurt like a bitch. I'm going to stop running away and start running towards. Whether backwards or forwards, I'm going to keep my eyes fixed on where I'm going. I'm going to go places. I'm going to look people in the eye when I talk to them. I don't buy into this wherefore I know not bullshit, I'm going to be fucking happy. Peace out, rock on, it's a hell of a universe, and it's right outside your door. Just go.
I'm not depressed about anything in particular, so it's a kind of miscellanea of discontent. But in fact things have been going pretty well. I did a teaching stint last month which I will post about in lavish detail, actually I think I will just type up the personal diary I was keeping them on the backs of scraps of paper during free periods in the staffroom, then my wit will be preserved for posterity. I'm apparently incapable of keeping a private journal, I'm too flashy and attention-seeking. I am interning with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs now, no comment, this information is classified. There is a lot of classified information in my life at the moment and I'm not sure how I feel about it. File that under 'miscellanea', I guess, file it and move on. Other stuff has happened, more miscellanea, never mind.
I guess it's become increasingly obvious that something's gotta give. I need a change, I can't keep running away from things while looking back over my shoulder or I'm going to slam into something and it's going to hurt like a bitch. I'm going to stop running away and start running towards. Whether backwards or forwards, I'm going to keep my eyes fixed on where I'm going. I'm going to go places. I'm going to look people in the eye when I talk to them. I don't buy into this wherefore I know not bullshit, I'm going to be fucking happy. Peace out, rock on, it's a hell of a universe, and it's right outside your door. Just go.