...that I wish I had some kind of brilliant thing to say, something that would make everyone stop in their tracks and think. I mean, come on, it's almost like everyone has their moments. I'm browsing Etsy, and the quote for MincingMockingbird's one painting is, "I have seen the interior of cloud formations that make your cathedrals look like Wal-Marts."
One sentence, that's all it takes, and here I am grasping at nothing.
But let's see, what do I have here?
I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed inside my room with the window wide open. A screen is tempering the breeze that keeps pulling and pushing at the fabric I have acting as a shade. It's night out, but the day hasn't ended for the world outside. I can always hear cars going by on the highway which is, I keep reminding myself, surprisingly close. There are roads and cars even closer, and yet I am also surrounded by little personal gardens, green lawns that people like to waste their water and money on and people who each hold their own home, their own lives in these small one-floor houses.
I'm a fan of long sentences.
A dog barks. Another dog answers. I always wonder if they're saying anything at all or just excited at the returned noise. I listen to birds and can definitely hear repeated notes and calls. Those mean something. Maybe I'm just more of a bird communication person rather than a dog one. There's just something about dogs that says that they're less preoccupied with how they communicate so long as they do, while birds are way too particular.
But can you ever be too particular? In this world, it's a miracle if anyone knows exactly what they want. If anyone knows it, they immediately search for it and won't settle or anything less (and maybe if they do, they'll never really be satisfied with what they have found).
So why should birds be any different? Maybe they're just born knowing what works and what doesn't.
I have no idea where this is going. I'm tired, it's 10:10, and I wish it were 11:11. I've wasted a lot of those wishes and want some of them back, thanks.
We're getting ready for a garage sale at the end of the month. Mom told me to go through all my stuff and get rid of anything I don't need... which made me realize that a hell of a lot of stuff in here is just that, stuff, and I don't need it. The print of a koi painting? Don't need it, but it looks nice propped up in the corner next to the ornamental bamboo and the yoga mat I don't ever use.
Isn't that just sickening? I want the things for decoration so my room downstairs doesn't look empty, and then I sit there realizing I have two rooms. I should just be thankful for having two rooms, and not be so damn picky about what furnishes it. Does the bamboo serve any purpose? No, it just sits there, doing bamboo things.
And even then, I sit here and say no it doesn't. It isn't even alive. "Bamboo things" are very limited to growing, photosynthesis, and being eaten.
Or maybe being made into cabana furniture, I don't know.
Wouldn't it be terrible if we were harvested for our selves? I mean, it's already happening with reality TV and other shows where the entire survival of the program rests with what mayhem and discord could possibly ensue from its cast. Emotional harvesting happens every single day.
And yet again, that happens with regular actors, too... everything rests on how well they can convince us they're feeling what they're showing.
The whole concept of acting and movies is so incredibly weird. A bunch of people get together for a massive, intricate, million-dollar budget make-believe session, record it and then sell it to us to watch. Through these people who live off of lying, some of us feel like living.
We're all a constant movie, only no one cares enough to film it.
Oh wait, unscripted reality TV. Forgot.
I have a lot of unease with myself that could be fixed if I just got off me arse and did something, namely firm up.
My arms always feel too soft and squishy. My middle is just a little too moveable. And I just need to shut up and let it sink in that people think I'm beautiful no matter what, so screw the others. D:<
Screw the people who think it matters and screw this stupid attitude of mine that has a habit of worming its way into my heart.
Aaaaand seeing as this is long and I have no other penetrating thoughts, I'll just let it drop off.
Right... about...
Now.
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