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October 20, 2006
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I have exceptional bread slicing skills. I untangle strings and wires with more ease when I look somewhere else and listen. The feelings of those around me pass through my body as though they were mine, insecurities and joys alike. I have conversations with myself, mostly nugatory (that means insignificant) debates and play-outs of words never spoken. The characters I know in life play the parts I cast in my head. The sound of music does wonders for my well-being. There is a soundtrack for every day, a color for every song. I am perpetually hungry. The smell of basil is just as good when it's dry. A bowl of cereal in the morning is my only religion. Some may learn from others mistakes. I used to feel like I was one of the others. A worldly man named Erich Fromm said "Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." I don't consider my existence a problem, but when I wonder about the meaning of life, love is supremely natural in a way nothing else compares to. Funny he said "sane" though, haha. Dance is important to me, choreography is not for me. I have no enemies (I killed them all already). I like to joke about the silly and the not so silly. Some of my favorite jokes to tell are the groaners. I like when someone can put my mind in a new place all of the sudden, even if it doesn't make a lick of sense. I like when the nonsense in my head falls into words one by one like the rolling of the bingo machine. N42. I want to know you.
Posted by Tom Bodhi at October 20, 2006 05:20 PM
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