Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself: 12, 15 de octubre de 2013
☯️12 octubre 2013: Notes
Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself, your own disastrous mixture of emotion and intellect. There are people that need you, that think you’re brilliant and irreplaceable. Make something for someone else, write a letter, everyone you meet can teach you something new. You are responsible for your own well-being.
Who are you now? Who’s in your head now? Later it’ll change subtly or not so subtly. Maybe it will spring upon you like a slammed door and the change of worlds is unsettling and a bit hard to handle. Maybe you bit off more than you could chew, but it’s a learning experience, no?
15 octubre 2013: Small pleasures
Now it’s cold and I can see my breath and I love how the colours of fall change at varying rates, how there are patterns in my skin, how my bed-head hair is soft and floaty when I go to bed with it wet and unbraided, how I hold my pencil in different positions, fluctuating with comfort and body position.
I am a secret stoner, a poet, an observer of patterns and textures and tones, a compare and contrast lifestyle paired with ecstatically manic friends whose lives are greatly benefited by mine and vice versa. How can I learn to speak up? Would it benefit me if I did learn? Coffee steaming, materializing out of invisibility.
Do you think there is a most efficient way to observe oneself and to see in a refreshed perspective? It doesn’t necessarily need to be objective, just shift your opinions to the right a bit, or something. It’s interesting how I need this, how I can’t get this cathartic satisfaction from anything else, how I can’t just ramble onward in any other medium.
I couldn’t say this all in one breath, and one breath, one go, is the most fulfilling. I like to sit back, detached, and watch the words erupt from my bad quality mechanical pencil, the one that makes clicking sounds because the lead is jumping around inside it.
I like to sit quietly and examine small things. I like when it’s chilly but the sun is bright and the sky cloudless. Everything has so much detail but no one notices. I like that you don’t know where I’m sitting and what I’m wearing and what I have to do today. I like it a lot, actually.