A Truth Recap
My question of honesty. How honest am I really? I try so hard to be. But in order for me to present myself as real in this world, my emotions can’t be. I am so transparent, yet so emotionally dishonest.
That sometimes I want what I can’t have. And that makes me decide not to want.
So does this make this the place where I dump my lies? Yes and no. Truth is here, too. Truth is, legs on the ground. And you deal with what it is. Truth is, what I want to lay my body next to when I sleep.
3 weeks ago, my friend killed himself. I noticed but never realized the depth of his sadness. He was so strong.
What is strength? Is it looking at the face of death and choosing to accept it? Is it looking at life and choosing to live it? Is it being able to live with yourself, when there’s no one but you, and knowing you can’t help where’ve you’ve been, but you’re here now.
The earth’s axis shifted. It’s like the planet declared war on Japan. Who or what would be so mad at the Japanese?…
Sardines went mad, and jumped to shore.
A pair of breasts rants about Asians at the library at UCLA.
I don’t give a shit about Charlie Sheen.
Murakami writes about falling down wells. I write about falling up. He writes about how from the bottom, the opening of the well looks like a moon. I believe if we grow big enough, we can climb out of the moon.
I worry about people who don’t give a shit about me, but I try not to care about people who don’t give a shit about me.
It’s complicated.