Every so often I become lost in the wilderness; I feel the urge to drop everything and everyone and just voyage. Finals are next week, there is a short time between summer school and now that just feels empty, void of meaning, and boring.
I need another job, it is always the answer. I applied at Logans Roadhouse (what a fucking joke) and if that falls through I suppose I’ll actually have to go fill out applications at places, my 8-5 day job just bores the hell out of me but I’m sticking with it because it is great for me.
I was reading some Jim Morrison stuff today and I found some interesting quotes:
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
Pain is something to carry, like a radio.
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
So true from the dead philosopher….Pain is good, just like captain kirk said.
Kirk: Damn it, Bones, you’re a doctor. You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don’t want my pain taken away. I need my pain.
I received many messages about my last post (why doesn’t anyone comment..?) regarding my assholishness. Most to the tune of “we’ve been telling you this your whole life”, and “you are just now realizing this?” That’s what friends are for.
I suppose, in a discussion the other night with the significant other that I did have a revelation that I am not humble. I think one of my new efforts will be to curb the necessicity to correct others, especially when their opinion’s are insignificant to the course of my existence.
Ok ok, and I think I know everything too, that needs work as well…