what i’m not good at
planning my freaking life. can’t. won’t. i can recognize when i need a drastic change of pace though (NOW). i really do love the english language, because some of our words sound so delightfully appropriate. like ‘frustrated.’ that mish mash of common consonants (r, s, AND t) on top of evenly spaced vowel noises makes for something that sounds like lots of friction (another!), which is a perfect way to add sensory understanding to your feeling. frustrated. my life shouldnt really involve any more tangents, the problem of course being that all i’ve got is tangents. profanity doesn’t do the predicament justice. being gifted with a mental sailor’s mouth does nothing for me. can you picture an etch-a-sketch? well duh, of course you can. now imagine it, not really drawing anything cool so much as zig zag lines smashing into all the sides. stuck in tangents. silently cursing those dials that can’t lead a magnetic line past a few square inches. what a vicious cycle- shaking up that little screen, only to have to start the same process again, getting yet again, nowhere. only amusing yourself with meaningless pictures in the meantime.