People who have never thought for themselves think it is ok to think for everyone else.
all to often friends seem to be commodities. Commodities whose intrinsic value is derived from how much of them one possess’. It is as if people need constant reminders their friends exist. This makes me think of infants and object permanence. Up until a certain age, babies don’t understand that just because something can’t be seen does not mean it is no longer there.
The classic psychological demonstration goes like this: a baby watches a car on a track. The track goes behind a wall then re-emerges out in the open. A younger baby will not be suprised when a car goes behind the wall and does not re-emerge(the car is removed from the track by a hidden person). However, an older baby, who understands object permanence, is mystified when the car doesn’t reappear because it knows the lack of visibility does not mean a lack of existence.
I understand object permanence. I understand that a friend does not have to be visible constantly to still be there for me. Do you?
To dwell out on the edge is to exist. There are many who feel utterly alone. They question their own sanity and feel expelled from the bland efforts of mere mortals. Sanity is a thin line dividing insanity and cowardice. My words to you, my friend, are simple: desperate, despicable, and indifferent. Your quest for a hip attachment is despicable due to your desperate attempt for any company indifferent to its inherent quality.
Let me know when you wake up from your nightmare, little one. I’ll come wipe your tears and hold your hand. Maybe then you’ll see. Maybe then you’ll give yourself a chance. Until then, I’ll let you sleep……. I mean…… live.
Let’s talk about spaceships or anything except you and me. — Say Hi to Your Mom for Me
I’m reading this book on solitude since I spend a lot of my time alone. It hit, briefly, on how certain people relish solitude purely to realize their own thoughts. To be specific, this type of person lives for the feeling of epiphany. That one moment where, while swimming through their psyche, they realize a clarity that had been eluding them. This happens repeatedly and is, often times, valued above most else in their lives.
I think this is paramount. Its the most raw form of my favorite human characteristic: having an open mind.
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I wish to know. To write in depth of the push and pull or sway she holds as bright eyes stare through the awkward stances I rely on. Say I overthink. Say anything other than that distance is relevant though I seem to be at a loss with the tangible. The moments that shift and hit. That breathe life…
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I want to smoke a cigarette and be photographed. I want to influence people, to make them pause and think. I want to start an acid-surf rock band and call it “panda in the grotto.” I want to leap from a plane without a parachute. I want to have a friendship like that of Bam and Dunn. I want to sit in a basement on comfy couches, playing Banjo Tooie until the sun rises. I want to be the undisputed champion of Nerf gun sniping. I want to tattoo my entire body.
But what I want most is to stop thinking about the future. To stop worrying that I peaked in 7th grade. To transcend the issues of mortality and live a happy life.