Monday, January 14, 2013
I was gone for a while again. Not that I actually went anywhere. But it is now 2013 -- and i turned 42 -- isn't that strange? It seems like a good number, even, quiet, and sure of itself. I am in the midst of dealing with various things -- anxiety mostly. Who knows where this stuff comes from or why it sticks around the way it does, but it sure is annoying and why not become happy or even content with oneself? The world isn't so bad, even if it is going to pot. In fact, the world doesn't even care -- it's like the world can't be critical because it is so particulary indifferent, so you have criticize your self all by yourself. So I'm trying to lift myself up and over all that stifling self awareness this year. Should be fun.
Posted by BookThug at 4:07 PM