Bluethunder05

"Bitter... party of 1"

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 21:42:18 GMT

Beneath the cool cotton sheets;
Between the warm rays of sun;
Above the soft brown shag;
Swimming in the heat of the barely functioning heater...
I was there first.

If you insist then go look in the dark dirty dance floor...
...see if you find what you're looking for.

Coffee break?

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 01:47:59 GMT

I was telling my friends at the bar that it was funny how the dj would set a group of songs up to buy him time, then walk away for a drink of water. He'd come back, check to see how the dancefloor was doing, then he would up a new set of songs before taking another break.

I wonder if the powers that be do that to us. Whatever higher power in an alternate universe or heaven.. wherever.. comes along sets up a series of events for us before she goes off and grabs a beer.

A slice of a pie

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 01:43:33 GMT

I had this older friend who worked as a landscaper. One day, we were taking a walk through a park. As far as I know, the greenery was very well done except for this one area. The lush green grass kinda died down, followed by alternating patches dirt and grass, and continued with a distinctly different type of grass. Instead of walking around on a sidewalk, people had taken advantage of these patches of dirt to walk through from one end of the park to the other. The grass would never grow if people kept stepping on the bare grounds like that. I mentioned to him that they had messed up. They had botched up a nice space with, what looked to me, like a mix of insufficient grass and a rushed job. He responded, 'Is that what you see when you stand back and look around?" I nodded. He explained to me that it wasn't patches of dirt... it was a path. It was intentional. This way, people could interact with the surroundings. The grass was different because each had its purpose. One was for bright direct sunlight and the other wasn't. Each piece was part of the plan. Each part makes the whole a better place.

We are always careful not to judge others so fast, yet we don't follow that mantra for ourselves. There are parts of us that we are not proud of... physical aspects of us that we are not anxious to show off. Internal doubts we dont advertise. Personality traits we're afraid will push people away instead of drawing them close. We don't think about it.. they're a part of us and we accept it without question. What if all these things are to us what those patches of dirt were to the park? Yes, at times Im reserved and moody. Yes, my humor is corny. Yes, I could easily spend a lot of money on a plastic surgeon... but what if instead of negatives.. All these traits make me a more beautiful whole?

Pieces of me...

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:37:13 GMT

I was just thinking about the things I left at my ex's house... clothes, shoes, movies, and whatnots. I'm welcome to go pick them up, but I'm not in any hurry to do so. Why is that? Is it because as long my things are there.. there will always be a connection? Do I feel better knowing that a reminder of me is left behind... as if me picking up completely will erase me from their memory? Then I think about what *I* have of others that I really don't need. For example.. I have a pair of underwear from a relationship a while back.. like 8 years. I dont even like them. First off, they're a little small. They're olive green and they're oddly designed... really simple. You cant even tell what part if the front and what is the back except for a set of initials marked with a red marker: 'AG' (which aren't even his initials.. whatever). There's other stuff from other people. An old shirt... a bandana.. a scarf.. a towel.. a pair of gloves.. insignificant things. I dont think of the people they belonged to when I used them (if ever). Why do I keep that mixed up with my stuff? What about other people that have crossed my path? Why dont I have stuff from them?.. a loose sock, a mangled shoe, an oversized hat...

There should be a question here to tie the whole thing together... a big question that'll leave me thinking as I walk away.
There isnt.

Dude.. where's my car?

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 19:14:40 GMT

Its happening more and more often. I go to my car from work.. and i forget that i parked somewhere else. For instance.. yesterday. I walked across the street.. almost to the front door of another building only to realize that I didnt park in *that* parking lot.. i parked downstairs.. in my building. I would have never known if it wasnt for my car alarm system. I kept pushing the alarm button and I wouldnt hear anything. After about ten times.. I faintly remember parking over by my building. Then I had to trek all the way back to where my car is.
I bet I wouldn't have that problem if I didnt have that car alarm thing. We get so used to things helping us become lazy. Yesterday for instance.. I didn't stop and think on where my car was. I just walked out and was gonna let my alarm remote do all the work in finding the car. Same thing happens with a bunch of other things. Like phone numbers.. remember when we didnt have cell phones? We had to remember phone numbers off the top of our heads. Now, I we barely remember ours. Or we change ours so that they are super easy to remember... like I did. I don't know.. I'm lazy too and I am all for going forward.. but im no so sure about what we give up so that our lives are easier.

I tell you... The end of civilization will be caused because we are too lazy to avoid it.