Once in a while I become overwhelmed with the things that happen (or don’t happen) to me, with the things that I see happening (or not happening) with other people, and my inability to just let it all out. It’s not that I can’t physically sit down and type all the stories away, how they make me feel (angry, sad, powerless, jaded), but even my stories are not entirely mine to tell. Sure, I can talk with the people that share them with me – and I do – but sometimes they’re not available right when I need them, and I don’t know why (is everything ok?) and I can’t find out because there is only one way to do it and if it’s not working I’m SOL and that’s how it goes and it sucks. As far as my friends go, I guess I could use nicknames for them, but aliases won’t hide who they are in this case and I think they’d get mad if I shared their lives with you all. I feel jet-lagged in life, like the supply and demand are totally out of sync. Maybe you wanted something and you got it, but it didn’t happen at the same time. You took it for granted while it was going on and you didn’t realize you missed out until way later, when doing something about it is more difficult or impossible. I know, I could write it all and keep it to myself, erase it when I’m done. Believe me I’ve tried, but it doesn’t work for me; it’s not cathartic. Oh well. I feel a tiny bit better now. Bring on the pala games.
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- Before we work on artificial intelligence why don’t we do something about natural stupidity? ~Steve Polyak
- BBC Basque Film Series – The Last Link