salmon chin
so heres the problem with this fucking piece of shit. the paralyzing terror that comes with thinking that the wrong person is going to read it. that i have to self censor myself for people that might look at my ramblings. im feeling the need to ramble in some sort of literary way for the first time in...well it looks like years. at this point though i think that i just want to express my general fear of not having my ramblings in context for people. those of you who know me might recognize this tendency that i have to preface everything that i say with multiple disclaimers as to what my future as yet unsaid statement may or may not mean. a general feeling on my part that everything can have too many meanings to just say and should be explained throughly before it is released into the world to be pounced upon by the masses.
it was a lovely day to have a picnic. my brain has been trying to explode for many intersecting reasons and i have lost track a little of my goal in life. jessy has done a good job of reminding me of my own advice. i feel a little like i lost the path in the woods and am trying to remember which way the it is. im not too worried though, i have a good sense of direction and carry two compasses in my bag. lost and wandering is how i've spent most of the 27 years so i should be ok.
i was supposed to have this conversation about what success is and what things in our lives affected what our view of success is. i got this life warping question thrown at me, and never got to attack the answer. i think that the answer to this question is very important because my inability to develop a reasonable answer for my own life is kinda fucking me up. im feeling like there are some things that im supposed to be doing that im not, and have no intention of doing.
it was a lovely day to have a picnic. my brain has been trying to explode for many intersecting reasons and i have lost track a little of my goal in life. jessy has done a good job of reminding me of my own advice. i feel a little like i lost the path in the woods and am trying to remember which way the it is. im not too worried though, i have a good sense of direction and carry two compasses in my bag. lost and wandering is how i've spent most of the 27 years so i should be ok.
i was supposed to have this conversation about what success is and what things in our lives affected what our view of success is. i got this life warping question thrown at me, and never got to attack the answer. i think that the answer to this question is very important because my inability to develop a reasonable answer for my own life is kinda fucking me up. im feeling like there are some things that im supposed to be doing that im not, and have no intention of doing.