I feel like my blog is sometimes a self provoked interrogation. Meaning that anyone can see in, and hear some confessions, or ideas, or thoughts, or pretty petty words, but I have not the slightest clue who is on the other side of the glass.
Social networking is a kind of smoke screen to hide behind. I'd talk to people I normally don't speak with. Agree with something without any consequence, or subscribe to a thought without any real repercussion or effort. It makes me into this pseudo-Hayden with a weirder brain than normal weird.
I feel like in a bit I'm going to step back from everything. Literally. Everything.com/forawhile. I'm going to have to sort through the shredded papers and piece together important things, and burn the scraps. Lots of masking tape, lots of journal entries, footnotes on maps, pictures with the date in yellow on the bottom right hand corner. And I have to get my piano tuned up.
For once, I'd like someone new to come into the room, ask some questions and poke around. I'm talking to shadows and deaf ears used to my ringing.
I'm grateful though, for friends, family, health, clothes, automobiles, food, love, laughter and Zooey Deschanel. I feel like life is good, regardless of global fowl deaths. Earthquakes and famines are the birth pains...so Jesus please come back soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment