geewj
Jan 13, 2007, 08:05 AM
Just put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) and keep on going. Stop when you're done. No point or direction needed. No rewriting it. That simple, do it to it.
Situational sterotyping-
Making ammends was not as easy as it had seemed. Who knew there would be all this meddelsome aftermath and memory in the way. I tried to explain how I felt but he just kept saying 'Well feeling bad about it isn't going to bring Jesus back'. I didn't kill Jesus. I wasn't even born yet. So what if I feel partly responsible for it. If everything I felt was true then we'd all be flying to mars in ships made of water and glass tubing while singing songs from the 60's (I'm not particualrly fond of everything I feel).
We had to agree to disagree. Or at least I agreed to disagree with him. His last comment on it was 'Go away, I never want to see you again you baby killer'. I don't even remember killing those babies. I was just as suprised as she was when we watched the security fottage. For starters I didn't even know I was that limber. If I could go back to the 60's knowing that, well... lets just say I wouldn't spend all that time outside the nursery to begin with. I'd have gone places. Places that require you to be able to put both legs over your head. What kind of babies walk up to someone like that anyways? If you ask me I just sped things up for them.
So on thursday I have that doctors appointment. Not sure what I'm going to say I have yet. I figure I'll just play it by ear. Let him poke around, make some suggestions. Once he's mentioned something secific just run with it. It makes them happy to be right, and it's not like it makes any difference to me so long as I get the perscription. I don't see why I need it anyways, but Alice insists we do this one by the book. She worries too much. We could have been out of here by now if I had my way with the situation. Maybe a few less babies in the world to boot. Once this job is done I think I'm out for good. It's just not like the old days anymore. It used to be that slapping a kid around was a cause for celebration. Now it's just paperwork. Once you start carring more about documenting everything than you do about actually doing it, then the whole thing looses it's allure. Who wants thier entire day documented anyways? No one I'd want to team up with, that's for sure. They swear up and down that it'll help here and there, do this and that. All for our own good. But if you ask me we should go back to before written word. Back when everything mattered. When it was about the collective individual, not the whole. People don't seem to understand that there is no whole. Things that are for the good of the whole just eat away at the individual, and then you die. Life isn't some complicated thought matrix. Sure if you want to you could compile all sorts of charts and graphs to unlock the secret potential of everything. But then you'd have spent all you time charting and graphing, and lose sight of just what that everything is. How can you understand a way of life that you've given up on? I don't get these people, or their charting and graphing ways. About time for a purge says I, but that's not my call. Either way, I'm done. So they can go on doing whatever they want. It'll sort itself out eventualy anyways. And when it does I wont know and wont care.
Situational sterotyping-
Making ammends was not as easy as it had seemed. Who knew there would be all this meddelsome aftermath and memory in the way. I tried to explain how I felt but he just kept saying 'Well feeling bad about it isn't going to bring Jesus back'. I didn't kill Jesus. I wasn't even born yet. So what if I feel partly responsible for it. If everything I felt was true then we'd all be flying to mars in ships made of water and glass tubing while singing songs from the 60's (I'm not particualrly fond of everything I feel).
We had to agree to disagree. Or at least I agreed to disagree with him. His last comment on it was 'Go away, I never want to see you again you baby killer'. I don't even remember killing those babies. I was just as suprised as she was when we watched the security fottage. For starters I didn't even know I was that limber. If I could go back to the 60's knowing that, well... lets just say I wouldn't spend all that time outside the nursery to begin with. I'd have gone places. Places that require you to be able to put both legs over your head. What kind of babies walk up to someone like that anyways? If you ask me I just sped things up for them.
So on thursday I have that doctors appointment. Not sure what I'm going to say I have yet. I figure I'll just play it by ear. Let him poke around, make some suggestions. Once he's mentioned something secific just run with it. It makes them happy to be right, and it's not like it makes any difference to me so long as I get the perscription. I don't see why I need it anyways, but Alice insists we do this one by the book. She worries too much. We could have been out of here by now if I had my way with the situation. Maybe a few less babies in the world to boot. Once this job is done I think I'm out for good. It's just not like the old days anymore. It used to be that slapping a kid around was a cause for celebration. Now it's just paperwork. Once you start carring more about documenting everything than you do about actually doing it, then the whole thing looses it's allure. Who wants thier entire day documented anyways? No one I'd want to team up with, that's for sure. They swear up and down that it'll help here and there, do this and that. All for our own good. But if you ask me we should go back to before written word. Back when everything mattered. When it was about the collective individual, not the whole. People don't seem to understand that there is no whole. Things that are for the good of the whole just eat away at the individual, and then you die. Life isn't some complicated thought matrix. Sure if you want to you could compile all sorts of charts and graphs to unlock the secret potential of everything. But then you'd have spent all you time charting and graphing, and lose sight of just what that everything is. How can you understand a way of life that you've given up on? I don't get these people, or their charting and graphing ways. About time for a purge says I, but that's not my call. Either way, I'm done. So they can go on doing whatever they want. It'll sort itself out eventualy anyways. And when it does I wont know and wont care.