What the fuck!! and Na+than Switzerlanderson
people piss me off. i love it. i love being pissed off at people. it's so normal. ahh.
also, people make me laugh. i love it. i love laughing at people. in a good way.
front and center even. haha.
one of the only things getting me through the days lately has been thinking about the upcoming singularity. it really makes me feel better, that possibility. i'm in the shower, some worrisome thoughts run through my head, but then i perk up realizing that i better get things in order because of the singularity. i think, well, if i can just get into this situation over the next 20 years then i should be prepared for the upcoming singularity.
i am not brian greene. (also, he'd probably spell his name correctly. or at least without doubt.)
again, a waste
oh, that was going to be the end but now i remember:
once again i strike up an eye-riveting conversation with a middle aged lady who, after five minutes of uncommon furniture store conversation, turns out to tell me, like they always do, that she's working as a counselor at penn state, doing part-time counseling work, works as a counselor, is working as a counselor. this happens so often that i told this one, 'this is weird, i always seem to get into conversations with conselors,' she's like, 'haha, maybe there's a connection,' and we shuffle about comfortably for a second, breaking our previously rigid back and forth about her sons. but after this we go deeper and strike at things that matter, that gain and keep momentum.
mmmhmm, i can relate to counselors. somewhere in my head proposes that maybe it's because i need one. but stronger and more true-seeming (presently anyways) i think that we just share interests. they're good conversationalists for one. but maybe just because we share interests. but then again, somewhere in my head. i'm always saying to them things about my failure to do or be anything but then we quickly laugh at how healthily i justify it and look at it. we say, 'yes, that's a good way to look at it,' and then i shoot out quickly, 'at least for the short-term,' and we're almost like we're pointing our fingers at each other as if they were pistols and cocking our heads.
yeah, i always get into good conversations with counselors.
also, people make me laugh. i love it. i love laughing at people. in a good way.
front and center even. haha.
one of the only things getting me through the days lately has been thinking about the upcoming singularity. it really makes me feel better, that possibility. i'm in the shower, some worrisome thoughts run through my head, but then i perk up realizing that i better get things in order because of the singularity. i think, well, if i can just get into this situation over the next 20 years then i should be prepared for the upcoming singularity.
i am not brian greene. (also, he'd probably spell his name correctly. or at least without doubt.)
again, a waste
oh, that was going to be the end but now i remember:
once again i strike up an eye-riveting conversation with a middle aged lady who, after five minutes of uncommon furniture store conversation, turns out to tell me, like they always do, that she's working as a counselor at penn state, doing part-time counseling work, works as a counselor, is working as a counselor. this happens so often that i told this one, 'this is weird, i always seem to get into conversations with conselors,' she's like, 'haha, maybe there's a connection,' and we shuffle about comfortably for a second, breaking our previously rigid back and forth about her sons. but after this we go deeper and strike at things that matter, that gain and keep momentum.
mmmhmm, i can relate to counselors. somewhere in my head proposes that maybe it's because i need one. but stronger and more true-seeming (presently anyways) i think that we just share interests. they're good conversationalists for one. but maybe just because we share interests. but then again, somewhere in my head. i'm always saying to them things about my failure to do or be anything but then we quickly laugh at how healthily i justify it and look at it. we say, 'yes, that's a good way to look at it,' and then i shoot out quickly, 'at least for the short-term,' and we're almost like we're pointing our fingers at each other as if they were pistols and cocking our heads.
yeah, i always get into good conversations with counselors.
on a whim, chad was marco @ 3:28 PM
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At 3:55 PM,
chad was marco said…
hmm, or probably i need a counselor.
At 6:33 PM,
Olivia Meiring said…
Hmmm. Haha! Chad you don't even realise what you've done here. If I explain it futher in such a public space I could ruin it all so I'll leave it at that. But if you're burning to know, you could ask Nathan about the similar thing he did in February on his blog and the accidental and incidental repurcussions thereof...
At 6:10 PM,
chad was marco said…
thanks for comforting comment olivia.
*casts spell, angrily*
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