Listen..

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

Friday, July 20, 2012

List of things I'm not allowed to do.

Complain

Talk to the parents

Hug the father

Tell ...what do do

Tell..psychobable shit or psychoanalyze or help to be a better person

Watch Newsroom or that other show I like when ...is around

Say anything about driving when ..driving

(just need to write these down so I can remember how to be a good slave.)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The past/the future/the present: in no particular order

I think what generally makes us unhappy is going over our past over and over. Generally I can choose (most of the time, unless someone I love is involved) to be happy in the present, or not. The future is mostly all happy, because I can't go over it with a fine-toothed comb.

I find I alternate in my life between long stretches of reading and then long stretches of writing. Right now I'm engaged in the reading section. Everything I read leads me to something else, so I don't anticipate this ending at any time. I finished a book on near death experiences and I can't stop thinking about it. It made me believe (almost) in an afterlife.

My mom asked me the other day if I ever feel my dad's post-mortem "presence". No, but I feel Theron. A lot, sometimes more vividly than others.

I'm very scared about the next year, for numerous reasons. I will be diving head first into a career I'm about 100 percent sure I won't be satisfied with unless I get my masters. Even then I'm not 100 percent sure. I'm doing it for the money, and that scares me. It's high burn out--will I even have the energy to get my masters? I HAVE to.

Shaina is leaving for France. I won't be going to Italy, Montenegro, and Turkey till next summer. It's a long way to stay in one place.

Not sure what's going on, but I need something.