Like Woody Allen keeps saying, sophocles said that it might have been better to not be born at all.
there are days when i can only whole heartedly agree.
when the repetitive pointlessness of the day to day grind just pulverizes my will to keep trying, and keep trying, and keep striving, and for what? for more grind? for the illusive and only recently imagined pursuit of happiness?
it's such a weird cloud that sickness and slight depression can put upon you. it can really seem that bleak and black and white... you can forget all those great moments you've lived... the times where you were so happy you could take a chunk out of the sky...
i think i should start enumerating the long list of great times i've had. Somtheing like Dustin's Hall Of Fame Moments. Just for rainy days where you can't see the forest of bliss because of those fucking black cloud trees.
The only problem comes from this slippery act of writing. i have these crazy memories, just dying to be immortalized in print/html, but the mind fogs and exagerates, twists and morphs with time... and when typing time finally hits, the urge to up the ante with the style takes over, suddenly horniness is concupiscence, simplicity gets florid, all to succumb under the iron glove of The Cool. I wish i could just regurgitate straight as it happens, but i guess physics proved that as soon as you measure anything, just the fact that you looked chaneges the measurement. so i must accept it and try to put it down as honestly as i can.
okay, just a quickie because i really must get to bed.
junior year, i went to audition for a crazy sounding play, Rebirth In The Third Person, and read the cold reading script, and understood exactly how to read it. I just felt the character (it ended up being very close to being me), and just red with confidence, fully in the role.
but that's not the best part, the great feeling comes from the smiles. You know, The Smiles, fron the auditioneers, the people watching and watching, hoping to find that perfect fit... and the smiles they get when the see you and know... and then i know, i just feel it. I'm going to get that part. Ah, nothing like that.
so just remember that, Dustin. Just remember that there are countless more moments like those yet to come, if you just roll through some of the hiccups.
there are days when i can only whole heartedly agree.
when the repetitive pointlessness of the day to day grind just pulverizes my will to keep trying, and keep trying, and keep striving, and for what? for more grind? for the illusive and only recently imagined pursuit of happiness?
it's such a weird cloud that sickness and slight depression can put upon you. it can really seem that bleak and black and white... you can forget all those great moments you've lived... the times where you were so happy you could take a chunk out of the sky...
i think i should start enumerating the long list of great times i've had. Somtheing like Dustin's Hall Of Fame Moments. Just for rainy days where you can't see the forest of bliss because of those fucking black cloud trees.
The only problem comes from this slippery act of writing. i have these crazy memories, just dying to be immortalized in print/html, but the mind fogs and exagerates, twists and morphs with time... and when typing time finally hits, the urge to up the ante with the style takes over, suddenly horniness is concupiscence, simplicity gets florid, all to succumb under the iron glove of The Cool. I wish i could just regurgitate straight as it happens, but i guess physics proved that as soon as you measure anything, just the fact that you looked chaneges the measurement. so i must accept it and try to put it down as honestly as i can.
okay, just a quickie because i really must get to bed.
junior year, i went to audition for a crazy sounding play, Rebirth In The Third Person, and read the cold reading script, and understood exactly how to read it. I just felt the character (it ended up being very close to being me), and just red with confidence, fully in the role.
but that's not the best part, the great feeling comes from the smiles. You know, The Smiles, fron the auditioneers, the people watching and watching, hoping to find that perfect fit... and the smiles they get when the see you and know... and then i know, i just feel it. I'm going to get that part. Ah, nothing like that.
so just remember that, Dustin. Just remember that there are countless more moments like those yet to come, if you just roll through some of the hiccups.
posted by El Follador at 8:38 PM
1 Comments:
You're so dreamy.
I have often felt this way too, not being able to see the good during the bad or even vice versa... though I always assumed that for me it was yet another signal of my uncontrollable intensity.
Life is all about the roller coaster, you just have to know when you're up that it will go down in a bit, and when you're down it will surely rise again.
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