Monday, January 24, 2011

let's get personal - you got that, olivia newton john? personal, not physical.

i could go off on this or that
i could dissect a topic or instance or person or feeling
i could get all sorts of witty and sarcastic
i could take things to "another level."
i considered a dream topic interwoven with this that and the other thing, and i may still do that at some point
i considered a truer adult content, explicit topic, with masturbation as the overall theme and/or metaphor - it probably would have been fun, the few people who read it may have enjoyed it immensely
i went for the personal touch because because of the wonderful things we does as humans, and because wonderfulness is wonderful, and i think we are all looking for that and more likely to grasp onto that than something like, say, abortion, which, let's face it, can be a buzz kill

i love me
and times spent with my buddies
i really enjoy time spent with my buddies when i know i've been spending quality time with myself
i've love writing my book - such an awesome experience.  i just glazed up my eyes, getting watery, where tears could have came out if i went with that feeling, and where there was maybe a 1% inclination towards crying happy tears or any type of tears right before that.
why?
i love the question why.  and the letter y
writing this book is dream fulfillment, is actualization of a person and a thing and maybe some ethereal abstracts all concurrently
i love being an active, quality force in my life.  physical & mental & spiritual
i swam twice at the local gym last week, loved it lots in a few ways, and i see myself going for it with swimming like i never have before
i love crisp cold air
and cold water
a tasty beverage or 2
the world and/or worlds contained within me
a deuce that pleases on more than 1 level
you
and, i will not say this enough,
me
peace

1 comment:

  1. ps - friends, family, and acquaintances may be substituted for the term buddies

    pps - i cried a few lovely glorious tears after i posted this. i reflected how i may not cry whenever i want to or feel the feeling, and also how i've come to embrace tears throughout my years. i then went for a short, less than 5 minute, stroll for fresh air, continued on this thought/feeling pattern, and a few tears exited, me smiling the whole time through
    fuck do i love life!

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