Today was a very bizarre day, and I'm not sure whether to be scared or amused by the fact that it isn't over yet.
Good thing I drive a hybrid; if I was on real time gasoline usage I would have run out in the middle of nowhere. I was driving a route I have driven at least a hundred times and got lost because I was so distracted that I made a wrong turn. Or, rather, turned where I should have gone straight. It took me a few minutes to realize that things didn't look familiar anymore and when I figured it out, I thought it might be a good idea to keep my mind on the road. Despite having a very solid idea of where I was, I managed to do it again, getting myself lost even more. Ditz.
Then I went out to MCC to visit one of my friends, and on the way home I saw a decal on a car that said "silver fox." First thought was that it was kind of stupid, then thought hey, what a great goal to have for my 40's. Spend them working on being a silver fox by the time I'm in my 50's. so I'm daydreaming about being a 50-something with a toned ass and big perky boobs and realized I was stuck behind a person with their trunk open. Not unable to close due to a big load, but flapping in the very windy air, threatening to dislodge the shit in it. I gave them lots of space, thinking they would maybe pull over to close it after they passed the traffic lights . Apparently the owner of the vehicle has a yen for living a wild and dangerous life since they didn't. Someone should probably tell them that risk-taking only counts as adventerous when you are risking yourself and not other motorists. All I could see was the headline: "Woman, 39, killed by Random Flying Junk" and under it:"Possibility of bad karma due to excessive materialistic thought. Authorities are investigating".
Friday, January 18, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
my life at the moment, in cheesy metaphor--the only available medium for one frightened soul on a night that's too dark and quiet
Some things are important enough to work for
...to fight for,
...to die for.
Sometimes working doesn't involve sweat;
fighting doesn't make you bleed;
dying doesn't necessarily mean the end of life, just sometimes feeling like it.
Some people don't understand those things, and
some people just don't want to.
Sometimes holding on to what's important is like clinging to a silk thread in a hurricane.
But when it's important you hang on and ride out the storm.
It would be easier to let it blow away. Find shelter. Get warm until the weather is better and you can go out and find a new thread. And some people do that.
I won't. You can find a new thread, but it's never the same as the one you let blow away. And when it takes a lifetime to find the thread that makes the tapestry unique and colorful and me, that thread is worth hanging on to. Even if the weather ultimately rips it away, I must try to save it.
The tapestry is so beautiful.
Perfectly flawed and unevenly patterned and as rare as the most important thread.
...to fight for,
...to die for.
Sometimes working doesn't involve sweat;
fighting doesn't make you bleed;
dying doesn't necessarily mean the end of life, just sometimes feeling like it.
Some people don't understand those things, and
some people just don't want to.
Sometimes holding on to what's important is like clinging to a silk thread in a hurricane.
But when it's important you hang on and ride out the storm.
It would be easier to let it blow away. Find shelter. Get warm until the weather is better and you can go out and find a new thread. And some people do that.
I won't. You can find a new thread, but it's never the same as the one you let blow away. And when it takes a lifetime to find the thread that makes the tapestry unique and colorful and me, that thread is worth hanging on to. Even if the weather ultimately rips it away, I must try to save it.
The tapestry is so beautiful.
Perfectly flawed and unevenly patterned and as rare as the most important thread.