Jun 08, 2003 01:18
I don't have anything in mind that I'd really like to discuss, this morning, but I do want to talk about -something-. And, since none of you can help me with that, I suppose you'll have to live with whatever I end up deciding on. Don't worry, you don't have to stay if you don't like it. But there aren't any refunds. I don't care if you find your receipt. (Receipt is a very odd word.) I'm also doing other things, so I might forget what I'm talking about in the middle of all this. I warned you, so I don't want to hear a thing about it if you get confused. This is not the complaint desk where you can line up and ramble on and on about YOUR problems. MY problems get posted here. This is also not a complaint BOX, despite the box-like shape. You will not leave anonymous slips of paper in it with problems joted down in handwriting of crappy quality because you're afriad of giving away who you really are. Even though you get to respond to this... That's beside the point... I'm also gonna warn you about this one thing. I could very well end this entry without -ever- giving it a point. You could be sitting down, waiting for me to hurry the hell up and get on with things, and be severely disappointed. Or maybe I'll talk about eating crackers. Would you like that more? Sorry. I don't feel like crackers, anyway...
I needed a new paragraph. That one got annoying after I started up on the cracker part. Damnit...
Another paragraph. Okay. There is ONE THING that I've mentioned twice, previously, that I will not mention here. So we're gonna be okay. You know what? Lets just talk about people that copy each other. Why the hell not, right? It's SOMETHING. Lets do another new paragraph, too.
Here it is. People think that to fit in, they have to be the same as the people that they want to fit in with. People that are completely different aren't going to get along, sure. But to be a friend with someone, you don't have to both dress exactly alike, or watch the same tv shows, or listen to all the same music. You don't have to be BETTER than your friend for them to be your friend, either. I don't understand that. What the hell are people thinking? They ALWAYS compete over the dumbest things! Like how expensive their damn shorts are! Their shorts don't even cover their whole fat asses, but they willingly pay more for them than I pay for a full pair of pants. You know, that is funny, though... Anyway, it's stupid. And perfume. If they want to smell nice, they should take a shower. That's all it takes. A whole damn room of people doesn't need to smell 'em. They smell fake, when they do that. I hate fake people. And I do know how off I am. This has very little to do with what I was really trying to say. Okay, so you take a red cup and a blue cup. If you fill one with water, say the red one, and fill the blue one with milk, what difference does it make? I hope you thought about that, because it has nothing to do with anything. Not to me, at least. But if you gave it meaning, then you really should be proud. Just, if you think you figured it out, don't think I'm smart for typing it. I don't even get it. I do get this, though. Maybe you will, too. A puzzle is a picture broken into however many different pieces. Now, on the picture side, all of the pieces are completely different, and on the other, they are all completely the same. Now, no matter what, each piece is going to fit together with the rest of them. No matter what. It's just a matter of how you look at it. You can fit with everything else and be just like everything else, or you can fit with everything else while being entirely unique. And no matter how hard you try to be one or the other, you have to be both. You will never be so individual that you are nothing like everything. And you will never be so like everything that you are not the only one of yourself. You will always be a little different from your best friend, and you will always be a little like your worst enemy. I believe these things. I don't always remember them, but I do believe them when I'm calm and thoughtful enough to realize.
I think I'm going to stop, for now. Maybe I'll come up with something and do it all again, but for now I think I've filled enough space.
Crackers.