In my head the things that happen to me are epic. EPIC. And they are amazing. But then when it comes to relating those things to other people, something dies in their epicness. And if I can't share them with other people and get someone to care then...Every day at work, I feel like there is a chance that I might not make it, and then, unbelievably somehow I do. It's like Part of me is making things over the top in order to keep me interested, raising the stakes. That's why my guts are full of bile right now.
Also do you think that optimists might be less likely to change things? Generally positive people, maybe, would be more happy with things the way they are and pessimists would be unhappy and more likely to change things? I mean, I guess if they were Real pessimists, they'd still be unhappy even after they made a change...I bring this up cause I look at a building and try to analyze it. The bad points don't even catch my eye and all I see are the interesting parts. Which allows me to pretty much enjoy any building I see. Which entirely prevents me from developing a personal style. I mean I could really build anyhow. And I know that if I can do EVERYTHING, I can't do ANYTHING. I need some restrictions to push off against, some negative or something.
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