You must be referring to me. I’ve been told by my friends and family that I only make sense when you’re exposed to me for long periods of time… then, everything I say starts to come together. Either that, or you catch my crazy. My friend once told me that my curly hair curls into my brain. My brother once admitted that it would be a truly frightening thing to get into my head.
I also have a friend who walks into traffic often without really paying attention. We’ve had to pull her back onto the sidewalk a few times. I worry about her…
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?-when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply ’tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest – Keats.
A failure? No sir. Lazy? No sir. Apathetic would be more like it. How much do you expect me to care for a world I spend so little time in?
There are a lot of us who live in ‘our own worlds,’ and I really enjoy being around them. I would hope to think everyone breaks away to some extent, even if just to reflect.
Most definately. When I’m with my friends I get the feeling that the world that is normal is one that I wouldn’t expect.
They/we do things differently.. and we’re the normal ones in society. Least, we are what normal should be. We are oucasted by outcasts and everyday we smile when we can get someone to say, “You’re insane!”
My friend claims she owns a purple unicorn named grizelda. When i asked her why her unicorn has such an ugly name she replied “it doesnt translate well from unicorn. In unicorn his name is bootowoontopoontonate.
Sometimes I think I am one of these people… I feel so much more at home on the other side of the veil.
You must be referring to me. I’ve been told by my friends and family that I only make sense when you’re exposed to me for long periods of time… then, everything I say starts to come together. Either that, or you catch my crazy. My friend once told me that my curly hair curls into my brain. My brother once admitted that it would be a truly frightening thing to get into my head.
I also have a friend who walks into traffic often without really paying attention. We’ve had to pull her back onto the sidewalk a few times. I worry about her…
Epitaph of an alcoholic.
You can’t reach into their world, and sometimes they can’t reach out of it.
People tell me I’m in my own little world. I’m never sure what they mean by that. Sounds like a solipsistic argument gone whack.
I can never remember her adventures.
She brought back memories.
Places reflected in her eyes,
More beautiful than I could show her.
People.
I could never compete.
“We live as we dream, alone
To crack the shell we mix with the others”
–Gang of Four
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?-when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply ’tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest – Keats.
A failure? No sir. Lazy? No sir. Apathetic would be more like it. How much do you expect me to care for a world I spend so little time in?
There are a lot of us who live in ‘our own worlds,’ and I really enjoy being around them. I would hope to think everyone breaks away to some extent, even if just to reflect.
This is me, because of my own psycholoical problems. I only share my world with a few, and even less care. Its the ones who do that i will leave for.
I am glad to see you are updating again. Hope that the absence was because you were too busy, not because something bad happened.
Most definately. When I’m with my friends I get the feeling that the world that is normal is one that I wouldn’t expect.
They/we do things differently.. and we’re the normal ones in society. Least, we are what normal should be. We are oucasted by outcasts and everyday we smile when we can get someone to say, “You’re insane!”
I live in a world of my own making. It contains those parts of the “real” world that I can live with.
I lived in the “outside world” for over half my life. It very nearly destroyed me.
I’m safe here; and everyone knows me.
And you know what? I enjoy life a lot more than those “successful” mugs out there.
I know this because they enjoy visiting.
My friend claims she owns a purple unicorn named grizelda. When i asked her why her unicorn has such an ugly name she replied “it doesnt translate well from unicorn. In unicorn his name is bootowoontopoontonate.