Don’t you hate
when you look at or hear something that reminds you of another thing, and, kind of like a mental car crash, the memory slows.. down.. the details become increasingly vivid, and the dialogue plays over and over again, every word that they said or you said you remember in endless repeat because really, really you wish you didn’t say that or they didn’t say that, and you want to rewrite the script but you can’t—you can only let it play.
Yep, hate that. And, my neck hurts.
You give me strength to beat the odds. If There’s Love- Citizen Cope
Say It Ain’t So - Weezer. Dance project for Modern Dance Class. 131, mind you. Don’t be too critical o_o
Daily Life Points.
Demetri Martin had one, my pseudo-mentor. You know those movies where the person meets his/her conscience, and it’s usually a celebrity icon? Yeah, that’s mine, but he’s a comedian. Anyway, I’ll refer to it as DLP.
For example:
Ate an apple while waiting, smelling, in front of Cinnabon. DLP, +3.
Listened to my brother explain and demonstrate different dog barks for an hour during traffic. DLP, +5.
Offered my seat in the bus to an elderly but was rejected. Turns out she was still in her thirties. DLP, -2.
I realized that I’ve been doing this subconsciously for years. What do I win? I win by feeling like I’m a person. Initially, it’s for their own good, but sometimes, I think I do those things to make some kind of mark in this world by changing my lifestyle or my relationships with people. Which is good, but hypercritical at times.
And wonder, does anyone else do this?
