grimjack

So, a weekend spent:

A.) Boozing
B.) Music shopping
C.) Boozing
D.) Working in the Snow
E.) Boozing
F.) Making out with Random Girls

Apparently, my 'bar' friends think Im some sort of player. Which was the funniest goddamn thing I've heard in awhile, to be completely honest. I was with the same fucking woman for 5 years, and I havent even 'tried' to hook up with anyone in the year since that shithole relationship ended. Add the time up, kids: that makes SIX YEARS since I've hooked up beyond the -ex. So, the first time a lady macks on me (or vice versa since I was a tad bit tipsy) I get called a Player. And, I have to defend myself against that as well. Too funny, I tell you...

BTW, Im putting this gem gem back up. I didnt get the comments I had hoped when it was on a previous jounral. Or, maybe others just didnt think it was as insightful as I thought it to be. So, read on.....

The world, we strongly suspect, is real, and not an illusion. But there is no getting around the fact that many of our prerceptions are internally constructed. It's like a movie constantly being filmed, edited, and sometimes censored by an idiosyncratic director running around in our skulls. And there are plenty of special effects.