Talking
There’s so much discussion these days, analyzing, conversing. I get too much or not enough of news and information when I want it and not fast enough…when my computers is running slow. Everyone and anyone can get in touch with me day and night by land line (used to be called telephone), cell phone, text message, email, other email, other other email, mail, walking to my house (city living), friend of a friend, company website, social networking site, professional networking site…you name it and I’m in it, right along with every single other person I know. More and more I find myself wanting solitude, where no one can find me and to be left alone. Doesn’t that sound nice? Quiet and stillness and alone = beautiful.
Does this ever happen – nope. I guess it would be worse the other way around, to be confined, away from people and society adn my loved ones and friends. This would be torture if it went on for too long, but having that time to jsut be what I am, human, animal, conscious, mad, relaxed, irritated, whatever, without worrying about offending or pretending and fitting in and participating and all those damn social norms.
I’m weird.
I hate pretending in the day to day to be professional when I’m really not.
I think dressing in “business casual” is annoying and stifling and boring.
I think the financial status symbols are loserific and boring.
I think that it would be awesome to have one day a year called “National Nonverbal Communication Day” and and no one was aloud to speak using their voice – only their eyes and hands and posture. I would love to have hte chance to only look people in the eyes when we were communicating -0 I think we would all be reminded of how alike and different and connected we all are.
I think it would be fantabulous to have a day when everyone gathers in common spaces thoguhout the day for sing alongs. Could you imagine, an entire town gathering in city hall just to sing “On the Road Again” and “Good Vibrations”…I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it.
Sometimes I hate sarcasm.
Sometimes sarcasm is necessary, because it’s the only way to get the point across.
Sometimes sarcasm is just fucking funny.
I wish I didn’t notice body language and facial expressions, because I understand them all too well.
I like being alone.
