Summer is the only time i get any writing done. Possibly because summer brings me back from the denial of a busy charade and into the confusion of my thoughts. Sometimes they plague me so that I just have to write. And other times I have to get motivated.
Its not really their fault. My thoughts just don't simply get any time from me to sort themselves out. They wring themselves around my brain and wither slightly over time into the little box beneath that gathers them all and right now its bulging with thoughts I never took care of. They were the rejects of my preference.
So my thoughts dont get time. That should be important to me but lately my priorities have all been screwed up beyond limit. I just want to get it out, out, out.
So this is it, my Summer blog where I basically just whine about it all.
Monday, July 11, 2011
What you see is what you get
When is enough, enough?
You can work as hard as you want, as fiendishly as you want and as optimistically as you want but you'll always have that low elastic threshold to disaster. And all because you just weren't into it that one time.
Why do we live in extremes all the time? Do all of us really live in extremes? Well for those of us who do, why does this happen to us?
Its either an amazing score, an amazing life, a good day, pleasant weather and sweet thoughts or on the other end of the scale its a complete waste of a day, despair, horribleness spiraling into an even worse fate.
The fact that I live my life in a constant bi-polar fashion is a big headache to me. They say the grass is greener on the other side, but I wonder how one compares grass colour and width when your own side is devoid of any shrubery at all on certain days.
I cant help but long for normal weeks and days, where an equal share of good and bad decides your mood. For the balance to pivot out of balance and into normality.
Is that really so much to ask?
You can work as hard as you want, as fiendishly as you want and as optimistically as you want but you'll always have that low elastic threshold to disaster. And all because you just weren't into it that one time.
Why do we live in extremes all the time? Do all of us really live in extremes? Well for those of us who do, why does this happen to us?
Its either an amazing score, an amazing life, a good day, pleasant weather and sweet thoughts or on the other end of the scale its a complete waste of a day, despair, horribleness spiraling into an even worse fate.
The fact that I live my life in a constant bi-polar fashion is a big headache to me. They say the grass is greener on the other side, but I wonder how one compares grass colour and width when your own side is devoid of any shrubery at all on certain days.
I cant help but long for normal weeks and days, where an equal share of good and bad decides your mood. For the balance to pivot out of balance and into normality.
Is that really so much to ask?
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