Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
I think I make a very lousy adult. I'd be happy to tell you why, once I stop thinking about myself and can articulate my feelings to others.

I just find it impossible to be honest, sincere, considerate, and kind-hearted all at the same time. In situations where I find it impossible to be all these things simultaneously, I tend to prefer to say nothing and just avoid contact. I despise myself for being such a coward or lacking tact or lacking the vocabulary to express what I am feeling. I am keeping this comment broad and unspecific because it has relevance in several aspects of my life and because I just lack the ability to say what I want to... I think Midd (my favorite scapegoat) had been particularly detrimental to interpersonal skills.

I have a lot of maturing to do.


posted by lmjasinski at 10:15 PM