Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Slow Trickling Stream

This is an experiment to just let my thoughts stream. It's called stream of consciousness. To just type like I'm thinking, but first I have to pause and calm my thoughts....meditate.
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Thinking of brokenness and how I am sort of broken. I have a small room, and small things. I have little compared to most citizens of the United States, but I'm not really asking for a lot. Love.....love is so complicated because we really don't know what it means. That it means work. Sometimes love is hard work for me. I get frustrated when Tim doesn't listen but I never stop loving him, even when I don't want to at times. Everybody has problems. There's no quick fix. My mom suggested once that I needed depression pills, but I came out of the crisis fine. Now it seems minor. I'm glad that I was pushed to the edge of impossibly overwhelming sadness, because now happiness seems so much sweeter. I can't wait to live in N.O., but part of my heart will be here. Sometimes I look at a website with sad stories. I'm pretty sure that I've listened to "Fireflies" five times already. I just enjoy the sappiness, whimsical, innocence of it all. And I do want Earth to turn slowly sometimes. How can people put one label on someone? Those people deserving of one label, as well as those who choose to place only one label on persons, must be very simple, because I feel like I should have more than one label, or a blender of labels. I think I'm inner emo romantic eccentric poet and outer beach bum lazy sort of tom boy easygoing girl. Just girl, because I feel too confused in life to say "woman," because it sounds like such a big title. I want to be a wordsmith like Shakespeare, and I don't want to take words for granted anymore; but, I can't help myself from saying "like" a million times a day so that word has virtually lost it's meaning, along with "awesome" and "cool." Sometimes I just make noises when I'm listening. I sort of think that it's more meaningful because I created it.
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I don't think my stream of consciousness is a big strong stream, just a slow trickling stream.

Today:
Made flyers, made a schedule, stapled papers, helped children learn Christmas songs, and did cub scout stuff. About to watch a television show. Peace.

1 comment:

  1. I can't stop listening to Haight Street...I think we both connect to music.

    You are a blessed creature of God. I love you, and I'm willing to work hard and be there for you.

    You are worth it all, princess.

    :)

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