Bawdiest, Timely Hope; I'm Steel With...

Man, I feel like I'm breaking a record, writing three times in one month like this.

My mom is in the ER right now.
It's nothing too serious.
Isn't that a horrible phrase? It's like, So because I'm not dying because of it, it's not to be taken seriously? My injury's just kidding around with us?
Her pinky got twisted. She didn't tell anyone else that she was going to the ER. I had to explain. Not only that, she never told me which hospital she was going to.

Quick thinking, Sam. Let's let her leave the house without knowing exactly where she's going, injured.

Isn't it strange how other people's moods become your own when you're around them?

I worry sometimes. That's something you should know.

I worry about car wrecks, and improbability drives, and deep water, and suffocation. I worry about DKA, and all of those other sometimes-applicable acronyms. I worry about fires and floods and pollution. I worry about running out of time. I worry about not being able to give you your card back someday. I worry about emotions. I worry about people. I worry about you, sometimes. I worry about arsenic and carbon monoxide. I worry about the effect I've had on people before. I worry about poisonous spiders and moldering window frames. I worry about losing people, even though I know that's something I will have to come to terms with. I worry about teeth. I worry about dizziness and offense and eyes. Mine, yours, theirs.

I want to make a film. All I know is that there will be a piece of dialogue that goes like this:

"WATCH OUT FOR THE CRABS ON THE FLOOR!"
"On the floor?"
"Yes, on the floor! Keep your feet off of it."
"Wait.. wait a second. Isn't this the door we came in?"
"No, dear. We came in through the bathroom window. What do you think?"
"I think that this orchestra plucks their instruments in such a way that would make me think this was all planned."
"What do you think?"

Maybe I'll animate it, or something. (Did you catch that one? It was hard for me not to put that here. :D) I'm considering starfish on the ceiling. Who knows?

I have been forgetting things lately. That's something else I worry about, but I think you know that by now. I'm a little concerned. No, I'm more than a little concerned. I'll figure it out, though. I know I will.

How many times a day do I say the stupid word "I"?

Who is Gideon, Anyway?

I really got old this last year.
I've realized quite how strange it is to feel yourself growing up, and changing.
Particularly in thoughts and analysis.
I don't find silence awkward.
I don't find many things awkward.
I think it is weird that we as a culture halt expression midway because we are uncomfortable with the way it sounds.

I'm not like that.

I hate it when people apologize for opening up to me.
What else am I here for, you guys?
Certainly not to criticize, demoralize, capsize, baptize, canonize, immunize, dehumanize, scrutinize, synthesize, nor solarize (because I trust you know where your Sun is).
I am here to listen, alright?
Don't apologize for letting me know about you.
And don't apologize for letting me remember.
All of life is memory, on occasion, and I'd rather not forget.


...I think that's it.

Paraskavedekatriaphobic?

No, sir, I am not scared of Friday the 13th!

(In fact, I think of it as a holiday. That's just me, though.)

Lately, I have been thinking alot about self-analysis and the like.

Why is it alright to introduce yourself with singular words of candid value?

"Ladies, can you spare any change? Sixteen, pregnant, homeless."

It feels like you are allowing people to view you as a simplistic person and giving them the limits into which you'll fit. No one can understand your life story in three adjectives. People are complex, whether they acknowledge it or not! Individuality and lack thereof contributes to the content of our biographies. It is up to us to make sure that they are worth reading; twice, even!
Right now, it is 4:42 p.m., March 12, 2009.

Let it Be, by the Beatles is playing.

This is a snapshot of my existence,

and I am happy.

Why shouldn't I be?

Why shouldn't you be?

There is nothing holding anyone back but the limitations they place upon themselves.

Ban inhibition! No day but today.