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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

  • You're only king once

    I've written nothing of substance, if anything at all, for some time.  My absence hasn't been as much due to inactivity as it's been to a complete loss of expression.  This year has been a tough one, albeit a new type of difficulty, so I'm not sure if I'm more at ease because existence is getting easier or that I'm welcoming a new breed of disaster.  Regardless of why, it would appear that I'm handling the world around me, and myself, much better.  So it seems.  It could be my age.  God, I'm older than I thought I'd ever be.

    The majority of my posts are either protected or private, practically (because I'm teaching), but also because I'm uncomfortable broadcasting what used to bring me no shame.  I've sanctioned myself into a safeplace where I have few close friends, which I consider a positive development.  Eliminating extra people eliminates drama, and I've had a fair share of my own without a single outside interference.  I've adopted minimalism in my possessions and now my social life, and the simplicity it brings is comforting.

    In fact, all of my current apprehension centers around the weeks of free time I have.  Life without structure is an imminent threat; the innerworkings of my overactive mind won't allow me to relax.  Since I can remember I've worked a job (or two) and gone to school.  The preoccupation with mini-goals kept me sane.  Everything had a time table that left no allowance for thinking, the type of overanalysis bullshit that has kept me up night after night.  Now, with this time I have, and much of it spent alone, I sit and I think.  Some thoughts come full-circle...others take me to a very ugly place.

    I have settled.  Finally.  I have a job, a tolerable job, and a plan (sort of).  But the time tables that I once lived for are meaningless...I have the utmost confidence that a certain course of events will take place in my life, but I don't know when.  And, as it has been before, my youth is a destructive force - if I don't see a direct purpose or the possibility of an immediate happening, I label whatever it might be as fleeting and move on.  I move on fast, too.  I've never understood why a person as passionate as I am can shed something I adore just as quickly as I latched onto it in the first place.  Sometimes when I think about who I am at certain points I can't even recognize who the hell she is.

    If you told me this was where I'd be at 24 years old, or if this was who I'd be at 24 years old, it wouldn't have made any sense.  But I'm through defending myself and making excuses.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish some things had gone differently, or if I didn't wish I'd made other choices.  I've spent so. much. time. waiting, and for what?  In moments of delirious happiness my thoughts bring me right back down to melancholy, and I'm damn sick of it.  Any other time I'd suggest to myself a change of scenery and pack my (literal and metaphorical) bags, but this time I just can't.  Because I don't want to.  Or am I getting old and tired?

    Or it's quite possible that it's a rough night, and the world will look much nicer in the morning.

    You built a house of cards
    And got shocked when you saw them fall

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    • Name: Elizabeth
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    • State: Indiana
    • Birthday: 6/29/1983
    • Member Since: 7/9/2003

Where the hell is my Zippo?

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Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

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