4.29.2010

Random Lines From Life

KG: I'm no Neo, there is in fact a spoon there.


W: She has to stay home & gaurd the house while her parents go get the Virgin Mary...


SBe: Relax it's just fiction.
SF: It just fucking happened!


KG: Who told you that? Buddha? That guy's a lying sack of crap.


SO: I've never had sex in a milk freezer though ... it just didn't feel right.




SF: You're the sticky type of sentimental....



KG: A-B conversation, man.

SF: I'll C my way out of it then.




KG: Bitch
VC: Hoe
KG: Cunt
VC: Slut
KG: Whore
VC: Herpe
KG: What!?
VC: You are a Herpe
KG: Gonorrhea
VC: Syphilis
KG: AIDS ... I win! You can't beat AIDS!

This post is incomplete, & may be forever, as I will continue to add to it when the people in my life say more funny things.

12.01.2008

"Me? I don't care too much about the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual."

9.27.2008

Rediculous

I remember when I was little I was absolutely fearless, I’d do anything, talk to anybody, damn the consequences I was gonna do what the fuck I felt like doing. What happened to that girl? Where’d she go? Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, in the reflection of my glasses, standing in the doorway of a closet in my mind screaming her head off at me, “Just do it, stupid-head!” But there’s always someone bigger there to step in front of her & say, “Don’t listen to her. She’s just gonna get you hurt. What if something bad happens?” I often wish there was someone else in there, someone that would hand little me a blunt object so she could beat the bigger one about the head, tell it to shut the hell up, & go on running my brain with an iron fist & a frilly dress.

Who the hell is that bigger kid, bully bastard in my head anyway? Sometimes I think it’s my mom, sometimes my dad, but most of the time I think it’s just all the millions of fears I’ve accumulated over the years manifesting themselves into one gigantic world-phobia, plotting to slowly gain more & more fears until that’s all I am, just a big ball of fear, curled up in a ball in my closet refusing to ever leave for fear of, well, fear.

If anyone’s actually reading this you’re probably either thinking I’m completely insane, or dumb as a mountain of shit. Well, I assure you I am quite possibly both, or neither, but slowly driving myself insane from the sheer fact that I can’t stop thinking. You’re thinking, “If you know what’s wrong with you, & what’s causing it, why don’t you just fix it, dipshit?” or maybe that’s just what I’m thinking.

I wish I knew how to fix it. I wish I could just push a button in my brain, & knock out all my fears, or at least my most inhibiting ones. Fear of rejection, that’s my worst one, a lot of my problems stem from that, & my stupid need to be accepted despite proclaiming to not care what others think of me.

Honestly, how many people who say they don’t care what other people think, really don’t care? Not many at all. I believe there are a few, those amazing few people that honestly couldn’t care about anyone’s opinion of themselves but their own, those few people who are happy, because they are beyond the judgement of the rest of the world. The few that know that the reason people judge other people is just to make themselves feel better, because they’re afraid of how other people are judging them, they see that awful vicious cycle that the rest of us have buried ourselves so deep into that we don’t even know what light looks like anymore, let alone are we able to see a tiny sliver of it to find our way out. & why is it that while I'm one who recognizes this, I'm not one who is above it?

I have gotten better about my meak-ness in the past year, I can talk to total strangers with quite a bit more ease, though not if it’s an important stranger, like say, a potential employer, in that case I clam-up all over again & destroy any chances of getting that job because they think that’s how I’ll be with customers as well. I can openly discuss things I never could before (sex, emotions, dreams, the kind you have at night, as well as those for the future, thoughts I’m not sure others would understand because I’m not even sure I understand them myself), but only with certain people, people that I’m absolutely positive either won’t reject me & my thoughts, or if they do it won’t hurt as badly as if it were someone else.

I suppose there's progress being made, perhaps I only need to be pushed off the edge of change to really finish the job. The problem is, I obviously can't be the one doing the pushing. Somebody's gonna have to sneak up behind me & just shove me. Odd, a question I keep asking myself, why is it that I have so much trouble talking to people, actually verbalizing my thoughts & letting people hear them, but I have no problem sitting here & typing them out for anyone in the world to see? & as I was typing the question, my answer became clear, because my thought process is so long & convaluted, very few people will read this, so I've gotten everything off my chest, & told the world, but the world wasn't really listening, so I don't have to worry about their rejection.

1.11.2008

Heart Stutter




Her eyes search the ground nervously for something to focus on as her sneakered feet kick at the dirt & her hands move restlessly bundled in the buttom of her wrinkled shirt, & she chews on her bottom lip while she tries to remember how to articulate things other people seems to find so easy to just blurt out.