knock knock knockin'
Yup. I did nothing tonight. 20 years old. NYC. and i didn't leave my house. Absurd. Go figure.
as i did some serious h & w i was thinking of some of tonight's instant im's and spontaneous text messages.
and then it hit me: i have a thought to share:
next time you are caught up in the greatness of others, remind yourself how fabulous you are. That's right. tattoo ten of your most fabulous faboulosnesses and every once in a while tell yourself [outloud] that you have every right to feel beautiful in your underwear and dance without a single reason on your front porch.
sounds elementary, no? nope. it's really not. so many are leaving their wonderful selves for a permenant residence at the Bleak House. I assure you won't become an egomaniac, and if you do, i swear i'll make sure to relieve society of your presence by running you over with a U-Haul truck... until then tho'....
This very mature thought naturally led me to a fit of insane laughter... how absurd things are... how ridiculous my beloved penguin sox look on my feet... how absurd that i am basing my entire educational thesis on pink floyd lyrics..... how absurd to read a 600 page book to find only one good line [see below].....how absurd that i want to date my very sexy i-pod nano.... how absurd that i write on a blog?... how absurd that blogs even exist.........???
i'm no camus, but i can't help but laugh... laugh at myself and the things i do. i highly recommend it especially for all of you returning from your very anti-climatic saturday nights....
laugh.
and especially laugh at your own corny self. that you are reading this the ramble.
laugh that i am in Dr. Phil mode [certain convo topics just do me in]
speaking of random absurdities, this Shabbat i was reading Pablo Neruda's Book of Questions, here are few i think some of you will appreciate:
Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in this world?
Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
***
Where is the child I was,
still inside me or gone?
Why did we spend so much time
growing up only to separate?
***
and my own creative version:
What the hell ever happened
to clear Pepsi
in the summer of '69?
@#$%%^^[and that one good sentence: "The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite worlds and builds a road into Chaos and Old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of a wild creative delight."]
ta ta dearst dahlings-
the tooth fairy must make her rounds.
as i did some serious h & w i was thinking of some of tonight's instant im's and spontaneous text messages.
and then it hit me: i have a thought to share:
next time you are caught up in the greatness of others, remind yourself how fabulous you are. That's right. tattoo ten of your most fabulous faboulosnesses and every once in a while tell yourself [outloud] that you have every right to feel beautiful in your underwear and dance without a single reason on your front porch.
sounds elementary, no? nope. it's really not. so many are leaving their wonderful selves for a permenant residence at the Bleak House. I assure you won't become an egomaniac, and if you do, i swear i'll make sure to relieve society of your presence by running you over with a U-Haul truck... until then tho'....
This very mature thought naturally led me to a fit of insane laughter... how absurd things are... how ridiculous my beloved penguin sox look on my feet... how absurd that i am basing my entire educational thesis on pink floyd lyrics..... how absurd to read a 600 page book to find only one good line [see below].....how absurd that i want to date my very sexy i-pod nano.... how absurd that i write on a blog?... how absurd that blogs even exist.........???
i'm no camus, but i can't help but laugh... laugh at myself and the things i do. i highly recommend it especially for all of you returning from your very anti-climatic saturday nights....
laugh.
and especially laugh at your own corny self. that you are reading this the ramble.
laugh that i am in Dr. Phil mode [certain convo topics just do me in]
speaking of random absurdities, this Shabbat i was reading Pablo Neruda's Book of Questions, here are few i think some of you will appreciate:
Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in this world?
Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
***
Where is the child I was,
still inside me or gone?
Why did we spend so much time
growing up only to separate?
***
and my own creative version:
What the hell ever happened
to clear Pepsi
in the summer of '69?
@#$%%^^[and that one good sentence: "The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite worlds and builds a road into Chaos and Old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of a wild creative delight."]
ta ta dearst dahlings-
the tooth fairy must make her rounds.
posted by HindiK at 2:07 AM
5 Comments:
Hyn-
as freakin' if.
you're hilariously crazy.
and
nevermind Dr. Phil.
they should give you your own sitcom.
ps. i thought you were dating frankenstien.....???
Hin,
You're nuts.
I love you.
This post rocks, in the strangest way.
Miss ya babe...
hin
is everything alright? If you want in two years time ill have a degree and ill be able to deal with u.
everything is just peachy fine.
i am just sick of everyone being depressed.
SAD
seasonal disorder...etc.
thought the post was necessary.
don't be a shrink.
even Barney is cooler
good qoute:
'Capitalism is a system without a soul, without humanity. It tris to reduce every human activity to market profitability. It has no loyalty to democracy, family values, culture, Judeo-Christo ethics, ordinary folks, or any of the other shibboleths mouthed by its public relations representatives on special occasions. It has no loyalty to any nation; its only loyalty is to its own system of capital accumulation. It is not dedicated to "serving the community"; it serves only itself, extracting all it can from the many so that it might give all it can to the few."
-Michael Parenti
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