A Realistic Mind

It stops you flying through red lights; it tells you you're wrong.
It tells you you're not really alone, and laughs at your imagination.
It puts food on your table and holes in your dreams.
It helps you deal with shit that hasn't yet happened, and shit that has.
It tells you you forgot something very important. It tells you you don't need anyone.

So keep dreaming.
You'll always be right, and driving horribly.
You'll have wonderful times on your own.
You'll be eating noodles, but dreaming a feast.
You're head will kill you with 'should have's and 'could have's.
You'll realise the most important thing is who you are, and you'll need someone to share it with.

Survival

So hello again,

This is a surprisingly recent post from the last one (at least for me), but life has a way of saving itself for you, to give you large doses of itself every now and again.

For me, the past couple of days have been hectic. If I had less metal stamina, they might have been stressful, but sometimes you have to laugh when your mother goes to the hospital, and the next morning you're up at 8 to help re-carpet the house your parents are about to move out of seperatly. Life, it seems, has no qualms about mashing those activities together.

So all in all, not exactly the greatest of days. Fun, but not nice. One thing I found, though, was an interesting blog called 'I Wrote This For You'. I Wrote This For You is a project created by Iain Thomas, a nurse who works at the Valkenburg insane asylum in Cape Town. The notes are scrawled by several of the patients and collected by Iain Thomas at the start of every week.

The pictures are supplied by the Magnesium Photography agency in Japan, and are curated and managed by Japanese artist and recluse, Jon Ellis as a “charity project.”

The pictures and quotes are sold as postcards in the hospital shop, with proceeds going directly to the inmates. It's a thought provoking and hauntingly beautiful site that makes you stop and think, which today is no small feat. Try it out. Check it out. I like it


Jonathan

The Catch-Up

So, finally I have enough internal momentum to write my second blog. Not just the introduction, but the first 'blog'. Fun fun. I kinda prefer bottling up the writing urge till it expodes honestly onto whatever I'm writing on. So here goes.

I guess what's been sitting on my mind is a question. A question based on an observation, that I really, really cared about the opinions of a group of people before. And now I don't at all. Not that that's strange; life happens, and we all deal with different things in the same way and the same things in different ways every day, but it does make me think. What gave?

Yes, people change, but where? When?

Obviously, living apart from people, you don't let their thoughts filter your experience of your life in conversation, but this wasn't just "I haven't seen you in ages, what's happening?", I actually couldn't give a crap about these people I trusted with my life. And you have to extrapolate that into what's happening in your life right now. Will I care about the people I like now? I want to. I hope so, I'd be very disappointed if I didn't in three years. I like these people a lot more then I ever did the last group, I think. But again, I'm sure I said that of the last group too.

Interesting, that's all. Nothing profound, I'm just wondering about how living a certain way will affect me. Will I care about my current cirlce of people for longer if I force myself to stay in contact, or is this just one of those things you need to relax into and accept as fluid and temporary?

One interesting thought, though. In every circle of friends I have moved on from, there has always been one or two people I've stayed in contact with. And they are my most trusted friends. Life's facebook-cull system, perhaps?

This really isn't turning into anything approaching productive, but it is good for me to splurge my brain every once in a while. Hence the beginning of the blog.

To be honest, I think I'm just glad I felt mature enough to seperate myself from the aspects of those people I didn't like.