gliding through change

Well, here I am, posting again.

I just realize my exposure to music seems limited.  Seems like everyone listens to some bands I’ve never heard of who “are the greatest band in the world.”  I guess it’s a friend tells a friend tells a friend thing.  And my friends stopped telling me what to like. ::grin::

I used to think I didn’t care what people thought of me.  I didn’t care whether I was popular or not in high school.  I didn’t care about my appearance.  (OK Is that a Freudian slip? – I was going to type purpose instead of appearance.)  I insisted I didn’t care about my appearance because I didn’t care what other people thought.  More likely, it was a self-esteem issue.  Now, I find myself constantly worried about what other people think of me and it kinda disgusts me.  I used to pride myself on not caring about that.  I was probably always like that, I just never realized it.

For anonymous: A coconut? Unfortunately, I tend to ignore the Metatron.

The monks covered themselves in oil before lighting themselves on fire.  A burning effigy.  A beacon to the world.  But we don’t need lighthouses anymore, do we?

I suffer with a dying connection.  Still can’t really play Quake.  Good or bad?  If I can’t play Quake, chances are that I’ll play something else or sleep.  If I take everything else away, I default to sleep.  Like I used to do in the bad old  days before college.

College.  I think I’ve basically glided through my entire life up to this point.  Putting in just enough effort to get by.  Perhaps another thing I’m tired of.  Change requires enormous effort – hence, another reason I’m stuck.

Who Moved My Cheese?   The difference is that I have to initiate the change as opposed to dealing with it.

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