I love politics, the game of it excites me, and makes me want to get involved in the fray.
If I could be anything, besides a baseball, basketball or any other player, or a rock climber, I would be a judge, because I think I am fair, and understand the failings of people.
The fear of dying doing something I love does not at all scare me, but the thought of being dead keeps me awake at night.
I hate the aftermath of drinking, but enjoy the buzz that comes with a few drinks at the end of the day.
I put words on a page because I am detached from them, and can be honest without immediate reprisal.
My ability to detach from a situation scares me.
I wish I was taller, because if I was, I would be making ten million dollars a year.
I have seen, heard and experienced more than a man of my age should, yet it makes me want to live, to see the good, more than anything.
When I pray, which is not often, I call on my brother for protection.
I feel other peoples pain, deep in my soul, and it breaks me at times.
I do not confront my own pain, it keeps me sane.
Without the support of my best friend, who knows who he is, but does not know the effect he has had on my life, I would have given up along time ago.
I could care less what each individual thinks of me, but am crippled by the fear of disappointing the masses, even if they do not know who I am.
A slightly disheveled woman turns me on.
I hate looking, appearing, or acting disheveled.
For all of my imperfections, there are things about me I would never change.
I hold those close to me to an almost impossible standard.
I find myself funny, even if those around me do not.
People often laugh at things I say, even though I am being dead serious.
If it were not for lists, I would accomplish nothing.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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3 comments:
interesting. the fear of disappointing the masses. do you think its BECAUSE theyre faceless? that it means more?
or is it just a quantity-everyone-cant-be-wrong thing?
(please answer. im curious. even if im just an individual.)
It is because I can explain to the individual why I failed, but will never be able to reach the masses with my explanation.
:)
yet because of the availability of the explanation, the individual suddenly stops mattering so much?
hmmm. i'd say ouch, except i think i understand.i wish i didnt. what a crippling fear. it encompasses even those around us and forces us to bow our heads.
masses dont want explanation, you know. they prefer fodder.
take care....(thank you for the kind words)
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