I feel like I haven't written anything remotely interesting/sensible/inspired on this blog for a very long time. Just a bunch of crap really - oooh my grand heritage to the world. And I haven't really written anything interesting/sensible/inspired anywhere else either, even if I have ideas to expand on and a bunch of finetuning that I could do.
I said to myself that it was okay if I would "throw away" three years of my life to get an education so I could get a job and do something later. So for three years now, i have the respite to accomplish nothing (except school, and one and a half left). And I know three years of my life isn't much. I sleep away a whole lot more than that. But, although I'm slow and not very spontaneous most of the time, I'm one of those people who want what I want right now. So it makes me sad and not very interesting and a bit shut down.
Oh well. I guess I can be sad and uninteresting for three years. Here's to hoping I won't die before they're over, and that I'll do myself proud and at least write/publish something once they are. Life is so distracting, I guess I'll have to get one of those little cabins in the forest with nothing but a bed, a stove, my laptop and my plant.
Fuck husband and kids, I have a plant. ;D
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Life isn't just distracting, it's fucking terrifying.
Wow, if you cut out the plant-part this was like reading my own thoughts. Well I don't know if I would be writing in particular, but still. To study can feel so pointless sometimes...
I have no idea what anyone is talking about.
Life in terrifying indeed, but I have a feeling that that is one of those universal constants no matter if you're happy with what you're doing or not.
And well, plant... I think a cat would be better. But for some reason when i wrote this I thought "a cat in the forest, it would get bored and run away"... not sure how that made sense.
Now, go write porn!
If you live in the forest you don't need a plant. Why would you want one anyway? A cat is a much better idea.
The prospect of going away has made me value life a lot more. It's a sad irony of human psychology that we don't know what we have until we're about to lose it - even if only temporarily.
That said, writing porn is not a bad idea.
But plants are good. It's not the same as having an outside plant, having a potted plant is like having a little piece of life-essence inside the house.
Of course, cats, the clever little devil spawn that they are, love to knock over plants. But I think they'd have to coexist. I need one of each.
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