Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. – Victor Hugo
August 19, 2009
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Ah, that wonderful little quip – “You are thinking too much about this” and all its variations….
What a joke! As if it were possible! As if there were SO much that needed to get done, be over with, to finish and complete, to have closure on, if ONLY we could stop thinking so much! What a place we’d be at!
Blagh! Pure foolishness. I have lost track of how many times people have said that to me…. I guess my biggest critique of it is this: what is the point of conversation, if not to say something new? Why should I talk to anyone if they are never going to say something I don’t expect them to say? We may as well just smile and nod our heads at one another, if that is going to be the case, because all small talk is just a way to create amicability, the securing of which I relegate to the dust in favor of rawness, newness, brashness, or as you put it ‘talking like a crazy’.
We remember the crazy moments much more than the straightforward and clean moments. But maybe people live in such a way that they’d rather forget than remember…
p.s. Can I chat with you live sometime?
Haha, true. My memory is ‘failing’ me recently. I’ve got a friend who always asks me “how’s your week” every saturday night (because that’s the time he’s online) and he would go on blabbering everything about his week. When he has had enough, he would ask about mine and I could only say that I forgot what happened.
Maybe its because I don’t register the *events* that happened— just how I ‘felt’ and ‘thought’ about them but its been sometime since I’ve thought or felt something new so everything goes into a haze.
But I am not very attracted to life in the first place. And I see these all as a game.
Ah, shall stop.
Sure, you can get me at email@example.com 🙂
Yup… i see your point, i suppose? ahahahahaha (but i’m taking it with a pinch of sugar XD)
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