MY emo blog
I know, in my head, that I could die tomorrow, and the world would continue to spin. My best friends could die, or my family, or all of Cananda, and as sad and lost and miserable as I might feel for a year, or 10, the world would keep spinning, and the Vibrio fischeri would continue to be a facilitative aerobe, etc. Hell, the earth could be hit by a giant meteor and the sun would still burn (at least for a few billion years longer) and E.T. wouldn't bat an eye.
BUT, even though I know these things and realize how insignificant even the big things like life and death are, it's amazing how much I still feel. I happened apon Crazy Love (I put it up at www.shoelessone.com if you care to listen) and I'll be damned if I haven't been listening to the song on repeat for the last 45 minutes, thinking about life, love, that sort of thing. I'll keep the bulk of those thoughts in the form of my thoughts I think... What I will "commit to blog" is that every year around this time my annual cycle of emotion and fantasy brings me to these idealistic images in my head of romantic walks on snowy nights under city lights with clumsy hands and happy couples and dimly lit bookstores and stupid grins and complete connection and concentration and attention. These nights don't have times or temperatures or past or future because there isn't room for such things, what with the all of the love flowing through the body in the form of oxytocin and vasopressin (google ;)). The person who you are with (their face, smile, mouth, lips, words, personality, brain, finger tips, hair, etc) is your world accented by the sights and smells and sounds around you, all of which are perfect because they are in the same world as the person you are with.
I've felt these things before, and I'll feel them again. These things come out of openness and honesty and stupidity. I say stupidity because these experiences and feelings are by no means a good route to self preservation or "success" in the conventional sense of the word. Completely loosing yourself in somebody (or something for that matter) is undeniably dangerous; If you can feel so strongly in a good way, you can feel so strongly in a bad way ten times longer just as easily, and love does hurt. If the next morning comes and the reality of an impossible relationship or an impossible distance sets in, congratulations, you've just tasted heaven and now you've gotta fight out of hell for the next week, month, etc. You've essentially fucked up your head and sentenced yourself to mild depression until you can move on. Still I feel lucky knowing that I can love or feel with that intensity because I think there are lots of people out there who can't, or just never will (because of personal baggage, genetic makeup, etc... hate to be a realist but love is a chemical thing and a big part of it comes down too the purines and pyrimidines).
What a pointless blog, u know? it's 6 AM, I really should go to bed.
In other news, it was a good week last week, lots of stress/tests/etc, but I did well (or at least OK) on all of them, which I felt good about. Friday night was a lot of fun, had a great time, and was able to take away memorable (if not exactly concrete ;)) experiences from the night. One of probably less important things being that I STILL OWE SARAH 10.167 cents (i remember this btw). If anybody sees her, tell her I have her money for her and have NOT NOT NOT forgotten.
Tonight (Saturday) I just got together with the apartment crew (and friends) and cooked some late night chili (ha, arond the 12 AM hour) and watched a great movie from way back in the day (black and white). I forget the title, but it was grand.
Tomorrow, it's back to the homework grind. I actually have a LOT to do tomorrow. Cyberia, here I come!
Thanks for visiting my internet home, and sorry for stupidity/emoness. It is 6 AM and I am very very tired.
OH, in other news, much to the dismay of the females in my life (and even the one who isn't) i decided to do the following for an impromptu Halloween costume (note: I AM 100% JOKING ABOUT THE ABOVE STATEMENT, HOPEFULLY MOST KNOW I AM NOT A CONCEITED DOUCHE BAG, OR IF I WAS I CERTAINLY WOULD BE SMART ENOUGH TO NOT LET IT BE KNOWN ;)
BUT, even though I know these things and realize how insignificant even the big things like life and death are, it's amazing how much I still feel. I happened apon Crazy Love (I put it up at www.shoelessone.com if you care to listen) and I'll be damned if I haven't been listening to the song on repeat for the last 45 minutes, thinking about life, love, that sort of thing. I'll keep the bulk of those thoughts in the form of my thoughts I think... What I will "commit to blog" is that every year around this time my annual cycle of emotion and fantasy brings me to these idealistic images in my head of romantic walks on snowy nights under city lights with clumsy hands and happy couples and dimly lit bookstores and stupid grins and complete connection and concentration and attention. These nights don't have times or temperatures or past or future because there isn't room for such things, what with the all of the love flowing through the body in the form of oxytocin and vasopressin (google ;)). The person who you are with (their face, smile, mouth, lips, words, personality, brain, finger tips, hair, etc) is your world accented by the sights and smells and sounds around you, all of which are perfect because they are in the same world as the person you are with.
I've felt these things before, and I'll feel them again. These things come out of openness and honesty and stupidity. I say stupidity because these experiences and feelings are by no means a good route to self preservation or "success" in the conventional sense of the word. Completely loosing yourself in somebody (or something for that matter) is undeniably dangerous; If you can feel so strongly in a good way, you can feel so strongly in a bad way ten times longer just as easily, and love does hurt. If the next morning comes and the reality of an impossible relationship or an impossible distance sets in, congratulations, you've just tasted heaven and now you've gotta fight out of hell for the next week, month, etc. You've essentially fucked up your head and sentenced yourself to mild depression until you can move on. Still I feel lucky knowing that I can love or feel with that intensity because I think there are lots of people out there who can't, or just never will (because of personal baggage, genetic makeup, etc... hate to be a realist but love is a chemical thing and a big part of it comes down too the purines and pyrimidines).
What a pointless blog, u know? it's 6 AM, I really should go to bed.
In other news, it was a good week last week, lots of stress/tests/etc, but I did well (or at least OK) on all of them, which I felt good about. Friday night was a lot of fun, had a great time, and was able to take away memorable (if not exactly concrete ;)) experiences from the night. One of probably less important things being that I STILL OWE SARAH 10.167 cents (i remember this btw). If anybody sees her, tell her I have her money for her and have NOT NOT NOT forgotten.
Tonight (Saturday) I just got together with the apartment crew (and friends) and cooked some late night chili (ha, arond the 12 AM hour) and watched a great movie from way back in the day (black and white). I forget the title, but it was grand.
Tomorrow, it's back to the homework grind. I actually have a LOT to do tomorrow. Cyberia, here I come!
Thanks for visiting my internet home, and sorry for stupidity/emoness. It is 6 AM and I am very very tired.
OH, in other news, much to the dismay of the females in my life (and even the one who isn't) i decided to do the following for an impromptu Halloween costume (note: I AM 100% JOKING ABOUT THE ABOVE STATEMENT, HOPEFULLY MOST KNOW I AM NOT A CONCEITED DOUCHE BAG, OR IF I WAS I CERTAINLY WOULD BE SMART ENOUGH TO NOT LET IT BE KNOWN ;)






