But that don't mean it ain't real. I dunno, that's how I am. Some people only talk in an undertone. Some people never laugh out loud. Some people get soup all over their chins when they eat.
Then again, some people know how to deal. But is it that they've learned how to deal, or that's just their temperament? Like sitting in a Chinese restaurant-- Whoozis is freezing cold, and Whatsisname is complaining about how damn hot it is in this place.
Me? I can be a bit melodramatic. I open wide. I let it all in. I don't filter. Or if I do filter, it's usually towards the bittersweet. Stuie-- let in more sweet!!!!!
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Learning begins again on Sunday, and the plan is (ahem) to finally get myself on a learning program that is invigorating, purposeful and realistic. The idea is that I need to find a way to totally immerse myself in learning, since that's what I'm here to do. Make love to the books.
That's the plan.
That's the plan.
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someone send me a link to a good traffic counter i can embed on this blog; my attempts to just close eyes and let go, post proudly into space, ample comments or not-- that ain't working. I'm too needy, as we know.
Then again, some people know how to deal. But is it that they've learned how to deal, or that's just their temperament? Like sitting in a Chinese restaurant-- Whoozis is freezing cold, and Whatsisname is complaining about how damn hot it is in this place.
Me? I can be a bit melodramatic. I open wide. I let it all in. I don't filter. Or if I do filter, it's usually towards the bittersweet. Stuie-- let in more sweet!!!!!
_____
Learning begins again on Sunday, and the plan is (ahem) to finally get myself on a learning program that is invigorating, purposeful and realistic. The idea is that I need to find a way to totally immerse myself in learning, since that's what I'm here to do. Make love to the books.
That's the plan.
That's the plan.
_______
someone send me a link to a good traffic counter i can embed on this blog; my attempts to just close eyes and let go, post proudly into space, ample comments or not-- that ain't working. I'm too needy, as we know.
4 comments:
you prompted me to blog this
remember that HaShem gives us strength every day. to do fantastic feats.
really don't let anything at all stand between you and happiness. there's nothing you could tell yourself that should legitimize your sadness.
for me, being happy is a martial art that is stronger (not to mention more rewarding) than any other discipline.
hey shimshon...
i love you... thanks for the chatting, and mostly that hug the other night....
and yesterday i ate a yoghurt with hardly anything falling into my beard....
b'ahava... and chizuk... glad you saw a movie...next time ...next time..
oh,, and it soundslike really realistic solid planning for upcoming learning session, the long haul, old man winter...
ready to rock and rolll....
I gets weeeeary,
And so sick of tryin',
I'm tired of livin',
But I'm feared of dyin',
And Ol' Man River,
He just
Keeps
Rollin'
aaaaaaaaaalong.
"Then again, some people know how to deal. But is it that they've learned how to deal, or that's just their temperament?"
Well, as someone who feels pretty able 'to deal' and be happy for the most part, it's definitely not natural to me. It's more of an art, one which I struggle with, and one that takes a significant amount of energy and thought. A small, gashmi example: I used to listen to Metallica, but since I realized it makes me feel cynical and angry/sad, I stopped, even though I like/d the music. Don't know if that helps but the deeper examples would require a bit more openness than I'm capable of on the internet...
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