This seems to have become a slogan for me. I quite often find myself waking up in the middle of the night to hastily grab one of my notebooks and a pen and scribble down some in-cohesive idea before I can resume my slumber. I always start a new page, and a blank one almost offends me. I feel like it's staring at me, mocking me with its whiteness. Bragging perhaps, like a perfectly groomed Persian seeking attention. As you reach down to pet it the cat darts away only to show up later and gloat with it's tail in the air. I have once told such a cat "I hope you roll in gum someday." I don't really mean it, I just feel it should have some form, shape, or color. All I see is white. I look down, and there the white is again. A blank page showing off it's virginity. A young girl with something lewd written on her shirt in glitter implying "I know you want to but you're not allowed." Alas, the pages in my notebook have become jail-bait.
*blink* ... *blink* ... *blink* ... *blink* ...... It's following me...
Do tell...
If you've read any of my writing thus far, you should well know by now I can be quite paranoid at times over the strangest things. I've become more aware that the cursor follows my every move with both indifference and this odd determination. It's stalking me. I looked around a bit for a different cursor to replace this nagging stick, but they all blink. I understand that blinking helps one find the cursor on a page, but I never need to find it. It's always in the last place I clicked. I click it again and it comes right to me. A stalker has to know where their victim is at all times after all. So even if I were to get a new cursor, it's like this one just put on a costume to fool me. It's giving itself away by blinking! I can have a blinking turtle, rainbow, dolphin, and even a penis. I don't care what it is if it still blinks at me, then it's no better than this stick!
All in all, I fear misplacing writing utensils in case the ceaseless efforts of the blank pages come to get me again. Also, it's still following me.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
'Tis the Season
I've had trouble with the Xmas season in the past, and still do to a certain extent. This year, however, has been rather tame and lackluster. I'm at a loss. I don't know whether I feel this is a good change or not. I haven't put up a tree, lights, or any other sort of holiday decoration. Nor have I heard drama about something along the lines of whether Capital Building's tree should be called a "Christmas Tree" or a "Holiday Tree." Things like that tend to ruin the Xmas spirit I have managed to rustle up. In all reality, I'm being sarcastic. I've always loved this season and thought it was the most beautiful. Not for the gifts, the meaning, or the spirit. I love this season because as I am writing now, it is the beginning of winter. This is the season I love the most. I do believe I'll be celebrating it after the hustle and bustle of holiday shopping and travelling is over. Perhaps I'll even join in a midwinter Mummer's Dance.
Do tell...
For more information about the many celebrations that occur this time of year, please refer to the "Winter Solstice" page on Wikipedia.
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For more information about the many celebrations that occur this time of year, please refer to the "Winter Solstice" page on Wikipedia.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Hesitation
I generally prefer to keep personal information and life stories out of my public writing. I prefer anonymity, but I've had a few question a certain aspect of myself that I'm a bit embarrassed I have. I've been this way since I was very young, but wasn't diagnosed until I was 22. I am schizophrenic. I've seen many TV shows that I regularly watch occasionally portray a schizophrenic, and each time I see it, everything seems standard. Yet, everyone around me says it's 'trippy'. I don't quite understand, but I digress.
Do tell...
For several years now, I have been jumping from one jagged little pill to another, seeking some magical chemical combination that will make me 'normal'. I fail to see how this is going to help. Tearing me out of my own world and thrusting me into the one I try to avoid is only going to make it worse. So I'm given more pills to calm me down, to quiet my mind, and to make me numb. This diagnosis automatically makes me a potential threat to myself or the people around me, but this is hardly true. I'm too preoccupied by the many facets of the world that I have little time to devote myself to 'reality'.
Perhaps when I'm not so tired, I can write a small Q&A about what I see, hear, and think. It's not that bad if you can handle the more frightening aspects of it. On the other hand, I've seen and heard things most people can't even imagine. I have currently lost the world again and my coherency is lacking, so I will attend to this at a later date, lest I start writing unintelligible gibberish.
Do tell...
For several years now, I have been jumping from one jagged little pill to another, seeking some magical chemical combination that will make me 'normal'. I fail to see how this is going to help. Tearing me out of my own world and thrusting me into the one I try to avoid is only going to make it worse. So I'm given more pills to calm me down, to quiet my mind, and to make me numb. This diagnosis automatically makes me a potential threat to myself or the people around me, but this is hardly true. I'm too preoccupied by the many facets of the world that I have little time to devote myself to 'reality'.
Perhaps when I'm not so tired, I can write a small Q&A about what I see, hear, and think. It's not that bad if you can handle the more frightening aspects of it. On the other hand, I've seen and heard things most people can't even imagine. I have currently lost the world again and my coherency is lacking, so I will attend to this at a later date, lest I start writing unintelligible gibberish.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Silly little string.
Do tell...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Bilateral Perspectivism
Perspective is an interesting concept. Sometimes changing perspectives can hurt more than anything, and yet sometimes it's necessary. Being that man lives for his community, and the community cannot strive without the man, social structure floats upon the whims of the popular. The truly anti-social avoid all this by shunning a basic aspect of human nature. On the one hand, a man can protect himself from the lunacy of the so-called 'rat race'. On the other, he will have nothing to fall back on should the need arise. An anti-social nature is hard to change and potentially frightening , but altering it can lead to great things if one has the courage to see it though. Sometimes you can't tell where a puzzle piece fits until you turn it around.
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A man not need ponder for too long on the who or why of his existence. For in wondering, he has proven his life and thereto his worth. There is still a problem with this idiosyncratic concept. Once he has satisfied himself with the knowledge of his own identity, his confidence may wane with the fear of society denying his conclusion. Those with confidence enough to sustain the morale of the populace at large are the ones to lead the collective 'us'. Maintaining that assuredness or belief in oneself is the key element that most fail to conquer.
"Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being." Franz Kafka - Diaries
Do tell...
A man not need ponder for too long on the who or why of his existence. For in wondering, he has proven his life and thereto his worth. There is still a problem with this idiosyncratic concept. Once he has satisfied himself with the knowledge of his own identity, his confidence may wane with the fear of society denying his conclusion. Those with confidence enough to sustain the morale of the populace at large are the ones to lead the collective 'us'. Maintaining that assuredness or belief in oneself is the key element that most fail to conquer.
"Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being." Franz Kafka - Diaries
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