I'm afraid of being cold. I have an actual fear of being cold. This is partially why I don't go for walks. Thus I've decided to face that "fear" head on. That's what hats and mittens are for, after all.
Quote I like from They Might Be Giants song: 'Cause everyone's your friend, in New York City, and everything is beautiful when you're young and pretty.
I never regretted going for a walk. I have, however, regretted not going for one.
Happy thoughts: the smell of cold, fresh snow on a winter's night. Reading the dictionary for fun. Laughing hysterically at your own jokes.
I feel traumatizingly weird that I used to peddle lies to people. It's one thing to believe something with your own heart and then realize that it was complete crap, but it's another to advertise your beliefs to countless others and then realize it was complete crap.
Ask a person enough times if you are exasperating them, and the answer will always be yes.
Why do people say "i gotta piss like a racehorse?" What does this mean? That they have to go so badly they are going to let it run down their legs instead of stopping at the restroom??? Who would ever do that?
I joined a gym that I never go to - I thought if I finally just joined and paid the dues, that it would be incentive enough to go. Turns out that all that accomplished is that I don't go AND I'm bitter about the money I'm spending on it.
I think the idea of belonging to a gym is what caused me to make walking into such a big deal. Like I thought I had to put on my "work-out" clothes and make it such a formal affair. Turns out, all I have to do is put on some walking shoes, with whatever jeans and teeshirt I happen to be wearing already and just walk. It's that simple. It's just that simple.
I would still like to go to some work-out classes at this gym I belong to; I guess that's sorta why I joined and all. But mostly I just wish I could get that decision back and not have spent the money. Ah, getting a decision back. Anyone know how to do this?
They say you live and learn. I hope this is true. It's hard though - the things I could have done with that money. *sigh*
Things like "LOL" and *sigh* used to drive me bonkers. Literally. But now I have become one of "those" people. The kind with blogs, the kind that think "LMAO" and "BRB" are appropriate forms of communication.
Another happy thought: writing notes on my hand - I had a business teacher in high school who would lecture me on this constantly! "It's not professional!" So I went through my young adult life, up until now, haha, thinking this was a complete no-no. And for the most part, it probably is. Except now I work in a very casual environment, and in some ways I feel as though my personal style choices, such as clothing, shoulder bags, etc, has come full circle and I'm back to my sophomore-in-high school self. Including writing notes on my hands. Life is so weird at times.
If a Christmas tree falls down in a living room, and no one is awake to hear it fall, did it make a noise? (Yes, the tense changed here, it was intentional.)
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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