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We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I know this isn't what you're looking for, but I always thought this was interesting.
According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
I think I'm a rational person. OK Reasonable person. I think I'm a reasonable person. I'm not exactly an atheist. I don't believe in karma at least not in the "good deeds are rewarded and bad deeds are punished" kind of way. I'm unconvinced in reincarnation though I suppose it happens in some form just not in the "My aunt Peggy was Cleopatra in her past life" kind of way. Similarly the idea of soul mates has always been distasteful to me. A romantic concoction used to ease the pain or give meaning to failed relationships or utter loneliness we find ourselves in. "You just haven't met your soul mate yet but when you do everything will fall into place and you'll know it."
But what if we have met each other only it wasn't suppose to happen in this life? What if we're both still too broken and haven't grasped what ever the fuck our greater meaning is yet? Like the universe fucked up and brought us together before we were ready. Now we know we can't be together but we know we can't be apart. There is not a day that goes by that we don't worry about one another now that we're apart just like there was never a day we didn't worry about each other when we were together.
Maybe I'm just tilting at windmills.
noodle!. Noodles I like you. You're not like the other people here in the trailer park. I'm a total geek for myth which forces me to point out that you are citing something Plato said citing the ancient Greek comic (I want to point out this is not a typo. I didn't mean to say cosmic) playwright Aristophanes. Depending on which creation myth you go by human kind either sprang up spontaneously or was created by Prometheus and/or Epimetheus from clay. Most Grecian creation myths which survive to this day (which is important because the victors write the history books...and the bibles) agree that Pandora was the first women created after man.
That said it sure feels like once we were one but now are two.
You guys, this existential crisis of mine is really starting to get old. If anyone has suggestions for how to escape it, I'm all ears.
I had a breakdown tonight. I'm sick, going on two weeks; started the new position at work which has me stressed the eff out; and I haven't slept more than 4 hours each night this week. I lost it and sprayed Jake in the face with the cat's spray bottle after he said dinner wasn't good. Yep.
Please send help.
I would if I could. Maybe we need to start an Inforoo support group. :-P
You guys, this existential crisis of mine is really starting to get old. If anyone has suggestions for how to escape it, I'm all ears.
Aha. I got this.
Go inside what you know is the last place you want to be outside from. You know what I mean.
Next, understand that the worst can be the best only when the best is already the worst.
After that you are kinda on your own. You are the chisel grating against reality, making your mark and making it yours - but only in that moment.
In short, it only snows sometimes. Piss your name in the proverbial snow and let them know who you are so they know where to come at you.
Not sure that helped, but you asked for it.*
I did. I think the thing is that I want to stop pondering the riddles of life, accept that it's all temporary, and bake cupcakes and watch tv without worrying that I'm squandering what little time I have. But maybe the only way out really is to dig deeper.
This morning my alarm clock scared the crap out of me. The alarm doesn't work anymore so I don't even use it anymore. So around 5 this morning when it decided to make the most god awful solid screeching noise, I woke up thinking it was the smoke alarm. My eyes couldn't focus and so my brain assumed the room was full of smoke and I started freaking out and I was all ready to jump out the window when the noise stopped and I realized I didn't smell smoke. It freaked me out enough to keep me from getting anymore sleep though.
This morning my alarm clock scared the crap out of me. The alarm doesn't work anymore so I don't even use it anymore. So around 5 this morning when it decided to make the most god awful solid screeching noise, I woke up thinking it was the smoke alarm. My eyes couldn't focus and so my brain assumed the room was full of smoke and I started freaking out and I was all ready to jump out the window when the noise stopped and I realized I didn't smell smoke. It freaked me out enough to keep me from getting anymore sleep though.
This morning my alarm clock scared the crap out of me. The alarm doesn't work anymore so I don't even use it anymore. So around 5 this morning when it decided to make the most god awful solid screeching noise, I woke up thinking it was the smoke alarm. My eyes couldn't focus and so my brain assumed the room was full of smoke and I started freaking out and I was all ready to jump out the window when the noise stopped and I realized I didn't smell smoke. It freaked me out enough to keep me from getting anymore sleep though.
I had a breakdown tonight. I'm sick, going on two weeks; started the new position at work which has me stressed the eff out; and I haven't slept more than 4 hours each night this week. I lost it and sprayed Jake in the face with the cat's spray bottle after he said dinner wasn't good. Yep.
Please send help.
so amazingly funny
Oh but it wasn't funny. I was upset and did it on purpose, in a non-funny way. He was FUMING. Granted, I would have been mad, too. It wasn't a good night in our household
So, I was all mad last week when I went to get my thyroid medicine & found out in the new year, with my insurance starting over, it was going to be $98 a month. This was with it being $70 first then jumping to $98 after they ran my new insurance card. I was PISSED. Called the doctor, told them to prescribe generic (like they should have done to begin with!) Go pick up new one last night, paid $47. So I was still pissed. Come to find out, it was for 3 months supply. Oops. At least I only yelled at Brad about it, not my nice pharmacist.
This morning my alarm clock scared the crap out of me. The alarm doesn't work anymore so I don't even use it anymore. So around 5 this morning when it decided to make the most god awful solid screeching noise, I woke up thinking it was the smoke alarm. My eyes couldn't focus and so my brain assumed the room was full of smoke and I started freaking out and I was all ready to jump out the window when the noise stopped and I realized I didn't smell smoke. It freaked me out enough to keep me from getting anymore sleep though.
I'm sorry. I just had a really good laugh at your expense. But I added you tripping over your own feet when you got up to see what was going on. Made it even better.
get me outta this cold and idiots who can't drive (almost got hit in the parking lot this AM because someone was flying through and slammed on their breaks and couldn't stop)
I'll know if I'm going to grad school / where I'm moving.
I'll be able to quit my full time job that I hate.
bonnaroo and potentially other festivals and my birthday.
You guys, this existential crisis of mine is really starting to get old. If anyone has suggestions for how to escape it, I'm all ears.
I went to an actual commune in Massachusetts a couple years ago, although they took it to an extreme and didn't have indoor plumbing. It was kinda weird.
I went to an actual commune in Massachusetts a couple years ago, although they took it to an extreme and didn't have indoor plumbing. It was kinda weird.
The photo had me wondering if anyone ever successfully lives in a commune. We only hear about the creepy/stranger stories, but maybe that's all there is
I went to an actual commune in Massachusetts a couple years ago, although they took it to an extreme and didn't have indoor plumbing. It was kinda weird.
No, whenever we get around to starting our commune, it will have indoor plumbing. Promise.
Oh but it wasn't funny. I was upset and did it on purpose, in a non-funny way. He was FUMING. Granted, I would have been mad, too. It wasn't a good night in our household
So, I have to ask, was dinner bad? And did he say it was bad in a reasonable way or in a not nice way?
Josh has a way of saying, "it was okay," that tells me he didn't like something. If it's something I thought was bad, I usually take it in stride, but if I liked it, I sometimes get a little testy about it. I try not to, but it happens.
I went to an actual commune in Massachusetts a couple years ago, although they took it to an extreme and didn't have indoor plumbing. It was kinda weird.
The photo had me wondering if anyone ever successfully lives in a commune. We only hear about the creepy/stranger stories, but maybe that's all there is
My friend's dad lived in a commune in Sacramento. I don't know the specifics of how it was set up, but I think it was pretty well established.
Oh but it wasn't funny. I was upset and did it on purpose, in a non-funny way. He was FUMING. Granted, I would have been mad, too. It wasn't a good night in our household
So, I have to ask, was dinner bad? And did he say it was bad in a reasonable way or in a not nice way?
Josh has a way of saying, "it was okay," that tells me he didn't like something. If it's something I thought was bad, I usually take it in stride, but if I liked it, I sometimes get a little testy about it. I try not to, but it happens.
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I have a solution. And I am somewhat serious. Stop cooking supper. Make them cook. Brad never complains now when I do make a meal. Like, never. I think he's just appreciative that I actually cooked.