Thursday, January 15, 2004
Shoot Me if I Ever Write Like This
Sometimes I hit up weblogs.com so that I can see what other people do. Sometimes I'm impressed. Other times I read stuff like this:
"My face is burning. My hands are shaky. My eyes are red. I think I'm coming down with something. I need to be at peace for one day. I'm not sad or upset. I'm just constantly in a state of flux. Here, there, here, there...I am always moving. But you know, I like that somehow. Another thought for the day. A thought for you. Life is a river. Life is a spiral. Life has texture.Is it overwhelming? Will it be ordinary? Will it become tired? Will it fade away, ignored and unneeded? I know the feeling, the rising like a cloud. And the falling like a waterfall. I know the coming up for air and the drowning below. I know the blindness and the hoping. This still has meaning."
I can handle the beginning physical description. Fine. But after "a thought for you" . . . . I was gagging. I've edited it here -- it actually got worse. Stuff like this should be quality control for me -- seriously, someone cut off my fingers if I ever write like that.
I know what you're saying -- "What a jerk, everybody deserves to be able to say what they want, blah, blah, blah, blah." And that's right -- which is why I need to constantly find what I like and what I can't stand.
And I'm not such a jerk. For a real jerk, try: I'm a Jerk.
"My face is burning. My hands are shaky. My eyes are red. I think I'm coming down with something. I need to be at peace for one day. I'm not sad or upset. I'm just constantly in a state of flux. Here, there, here, there...I am always moving. But you know, I like that somehow. Another thought for the day. A thought for you. Life is a river. Life is a spiral. Life has texture.Is it overwhelming? Will it be ordinary? Will it become tired? Will it fade away, ignored and unneeded? I know the feeling, the rising like a cloud. And the falling like a waterfall. I know the coming up for air and the drowning below. I know the blindness and the hoping. This still has meaning."
I can handle the beginning physical description. Fine. But after "a thought for you" . . . . I was gagging. I've edited it here -- it actually got worse. Stuff like this should be quality control for me -- seriously, someone cut off my fingers if I ever write like that.
I know what you're saying -- "What a jerk, everybody deserves to be able to say what they want, blah, blah, blah, blah." And that's right -- which is why I need to constantly find what I like and what I can't stand.
And I'm not such a jerk. For a real jerk, try: I'm a Jerk.
