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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

3.11

Psychologist say take time to take stock of that reflection staring back at you. And upon doing that, a list of flaws is viewed. Daily measures are made to correct the flaws as situations arise. It is failure when a flawed situation occurs and corrective action is not made?

Meditations in a mound of madness, attempting to find balance between matter and metaphysical. I think therefore I am is a difficult decree as on is inundated with the properties of gravity.

Recalling past situations of perceived success gives a false sense of the ability to re-create if the success wasn't measured tangibly. A thought remains just that without the onset of action--properly executed.

In a true compromise, neither side is happy. Some search for fairness on every level, others focus on the singleness of their own issue. Amazing is the use of scales in justice. It attempts to balance situations within lines that were drawn by flawed beings--majority rule mirrors mob rule when emotions are involved. Yet what situation isn't emotional?

Solitude can be a double-edged sword as connections in a society become greater and greater with the perception that there are no scissors. One has a need that can not be accomplished without the help of another. So one has to present self in an aspect that the other will accept. But this presentation may have to be the opposite of the true self in order to resolve the need.

So the hard-wire connection grows greater with each need and desire.


3.12

Weary of this fear factor. Racking brain cells for possibilities that may be solutions. Hope this ain't some damn mid-life crisis.

It's crazy to see possibilities with out reaching them. Don't know if it's some effect from all the years of smoking(weed). So closed off that the lack of meaningful relationships almost feels natural.

Got so cool on inebriation that I became sober. Got so cool on sobriety I miss being inebriated. And gettin' old, is a bytch!

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