OH MY GOD!!!
Well, what do you know, I 'm still alive. I think the last thing I posted was in September of last year and I don't think I've actually written anything for... dear God, I have no idea. The only excuse I can think of is: it's hard to look at a blank box. But that's just bullshit. I've just been mildly uninspired and lazy. More lazy than uninspired. And there are only so many reruns of Friends one can watch before Guillain-Barre Syndrome sets in. OK, that's a bit extreme, but you get the idea.
It's funny how quickly time can pass and thoughts can come and go. Much like the thunderstorm that tried to reign down on Los Angeles came and went today. The lighting was there, even the strum und drang of the thunder. But in the end it was uneventful and left spots on my car. Spots like faded memories of thoughts gone by...
Since I last wrote got into making political ads with a friend. Their funny and mildly timely. We'll see if they continue.
What else? Um... my manager dropped me. That sucked. Pissed me off and sent me into a tailspin. What I find interesting is the response that people who are close to me had. My mother: very worried. My Manager: very uninterested. My friend Keili: very concerned for my well being. The girl I'm not really seeing: Thinking about herself and how I'm a dick for not answering her text messages about her. OK, while that's true, not very fair. Ah... fuck it.
It's amazing how we choose the people we spend time with. I, personally, spend far too much time alone, which in itself is very telling. I should be surrounding myself with powerful people (not power in the sense of what the can do and who they can get to do it, but power in the sense of certainty). Right? Power is good. A true sense of self is good, right? Of course those people tend to stay away from me because I drive them nuts. And I mean NUTS!
Well, I think I drive most people nuts. That's what's charming about me. See, this isn't self deprecating its self realization. I can't continue to say everyone else is crazy, can I? I don't think I'm crazy. That'd just be unhelpful. I'm certainly this side of normal, and socially far better than some. f course by the time I finish writing this you may have a very different view point...
Back to choice. It's all choice. And... no one really has problems. OK. Maybe Katrina victims... they have problems. And people chained up in the closet and forced to be a breeder for their psychotic incestuous Austrian father. They have problems. So do those kids. OK... um... people have problems. I have to realize in the light of those... I have none. But back to choice.
So, the problems I have - and most likely the problems you have - and ones of your own creation. So, stop. That's what I'm trying to do. Wait, no I'm not. I'm uninspired and lazy.
What to do what to do what to do? No idea. Hope that writing this will instigate change. 'Cause what are we if we cannot change? Not sure.
On a completely different note... remodeling sucks.
So that's all I got. It's rambling and has no bearing on anything. Enjoy and hopefully it won't be another year before I write something. Something that actually has a point and has some meaning.
oy.
It's funny how quickly time can pass and thoughts can come and go. Much like the thunderstorm that tried to reign down on Los Angeles came and went today. The lighting was there, even the strum und drang of the thunder. But in the end it was uneventful and left spots on my car. Spots like faded memories of thoughts gone by...
Since I last wrote got into making political ads with a friend. Their funny and mildly timely. We'll see if they continue.
What else? Um... my manager dropped me. That sucked. Pissed me off and sent me into a tailspin. What I find interesting is the response that people who are close to me had. My mother: very worried. My Manager: very uninterested. My friend Keili: very concerned for my well being. The girl I'm not really seeing: Thinking about herself and how I'm a dick for not answering her text messages about her. OK, while that's true, not very fair. Ah... fuck it.
It's amazing how we choose the people we spend time with. I, personally, spend far too much time alone, which in itself is very telling. I should be surrounding myself with powerful people (not power in the sense of what the can do and who they can get to do it, but power in the sense of certainty). Right? Power is good. A true sense of self is good, right? Of course those people tend to stay away from me because I drive them nuts. And I mean NUTS!
Well, I think I drive most people nuts. That's what's charming about me. See, this isn't self deprecating its self realization. I can't continue to say everyone else is crazy, can I? I don't think I'm crazy. That'd just be unhelpful. I'm certainly this side of normal, and socially far better than some. f course by the time I finish writing this you may have a very different view point...
Back to choice. It's all choice. And... no one really has problems. OK. Maybe Katrina victims... they have problems. And people chained up in the closet and forced to be a breeder for their psychotic incestuous Austrian father. They have problems. So do those kids. OK... um... people have problems. I have to realize in the light of those... I have none. But back to choice.
So, the problems I have - and most likely the problems you have - and ones of your own creation. So, stop. That's what I'm trying to do. Wait, no I'm not. I'm uninspired and lazy.
What to do what to do what to do? No idea. Hope that writing this will instigate change. 'Cause what are we if we cannot change? Not sure.
On a completely different note... remodeling sucks.
So that's all I got. It's rambling and has no bearing on anything. Enjoy and hopefully it won't be another year before I write something. Something that actually has a point and has some meaning.
oy.
posted by Adam Donshik at 6:35 PM
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