All of these entries are written by me on my trusty smartphone. They're inspired by run of the mill, every day situations. I sample conversations and my surroundings. Everyone and everything's a muse. From there I piece it all together, re-interpreting it as I go... like a collage.
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Anonymous said: I'm in love with your work. And your face. And your humble demeanor. I don't love you. But I'm in love with you. Not the idea of you. You.
i’m no doctor, but that doesn’t sound like love to me—that sounds like you have a case of ‘the bends’. have you done any deep sea diving, flying in unpressurized aircraft, or possibly gone to space recently?? either way, according to wikipedia, hyperbaric oxygen therapy in a recompression chamber is your one stop shop toward a healthy recovery.
i’m not sure if you can separate the two. i think both angles are closely related to one another.
i consider my writing to be a facet of who i am and not the whole but as a writer i can only truly see the world through my own lens and because of this i would say that who i am defines my writing first.
But i don’t think it stops there because i share my work and once it’s out there in the world i have to be careful since the way my work is interpreted can also have the power to define me—from the reader’s perspective.
Anonymous said: isn't it weird that people are satisfied with those ordinary days in life filled with sad and miserable moments, so they can experience happiness once in a while? because my life feels like it and it makes me sick. people spend their lives trying to find happiness and they never even completely get to live surrounded by it
it’s tricky… i’m not going to pretend i have a solution, but i think it’s important to understand that without sadness you wouldn’t really be able to experience happiness. if your stock setting was ‘happiness’ it would become the baseline and you’d continue to try to ‘climb the ladder’—so to speak. you wouldn’t be satisfied with your new found happiness for long once you considered it to be the new point of origin in your spectrum of emotions.
i’d also like to add that i feel ‘happiness’ has been commodified, and we’ve been led to believe that an immaterial emotional response can be purchased or ‘attained’ through trade… and with anything you can buy, you’re usually going to feel some sort of remorse and be disappointed if it doesn’t live up to your expectations. you’ll chase it again and again and again and so the cycle goes.