If I were to look upon my life and give it a rating, I would fail to do so. I would become bored with it and most likely forget that I had to rate it. If you were patient enough to sit through it all, I would have you recite the best parts.
But in recitation, the human element taints the truth. But truth is really only a perception after all. 30 people watch the same 5 minute scene and are interviewed afterwards and asked to recite what they just witnessed; 30 different stories are told in varying lengths and details.
We take from our life the bits and pieces that we wish to retain. Parts that usually fall in the extremes of our experiences. Of those, we place a high priority on our firsts. The rest we store away to later dig up and regurgitate as a memory or and chance to be empathetic.
I will never know what it means to be you. I can, however, try to know what it's like to be like you. If I cared enough.
Why are humans the only animals that show their teeth when they are happy? And why do humans reflect so much? Is it not enough that we learn? Or is that the nature of humanity? That we are to learn what we can and reflect on the things we cannot.
I have always stated that I act approximately half my age. Am I really saying that I am emotionally retarded? Did my mother not love me enough? When you strive your whole life to hold onto the basic needs of life, the luxuries get left behind.
And why, oh why, can I not draw something every time I put pencil to paper? Inspiration constipation. What I want and what I get are rarely, if ever, the same thing. When they are, I call it miraculous and cling to it as if it were heaven sent.
Boy, I just can't stop laughing at myself. Because if I laugh hard enough it makes me feel better when others do too.
Right. Writing before bed but after work is not productive.
But in recitation, the human element taints the truth. But truth is really only a perception after all. 30 people watch the same 5 minute scene and are interviewed afterwards and asked to recite what they just witnessed; 30 different stories are told in varying lengths and details.
We take from our life the bits and pieces that we wish to retain. Parts that usually fall in the extremes of our experiences. Of those, we place a high priority on our firsts. The rest we store away to later dig up and regurgitate as a memory or and chance to be empathetic.
I will never know what it means to be you. I can, however, try to know what it's like to be like you. If I cared enough.
Why are humans the only animals that show their teeth when they are happy? And why do humans reflect so much? Is it not enough that we learn? Or is that the nature of humanity? That we are to learn what we can and reflect on the things we cannot.
I have always stated that I act approximately half my age. Am I really saying that I am emotionally retarded? Did my mother not love me enough? When you strive your whole life to hold onto the basic needs of life, the luxuries get left behind.
And why, oh why, can I not draw something every time I put pencil to paper? Inspiration constipation. What I want and what I get are rarely, if ever, the same thing. When they are, I call it miraculous and cling to it as if it were heaven sent.
Boy, I just can't stop laughing at myself. Because if I laugh hard enough it makes me feel better when others do too.
Right. Writing before bed but after work is not productive.
