nolan_void

yeah, doing anything for four and a half hours straight takes some thought cuz it is a pretty big commitment, even if it's rubbing your face in titties.

And yeah, Deadpool's a pretty deep and somber person when you get to know him. He likes the Danny Elfman alright. and he's really into Barbara Streisand. There are many facets and shades to the unapologetic, cold-blooded killer, Deadpool. He also likes the kitties & puppies.

Sometimes people cry at my desk and hug me when they leave. My coworkers joke that I sell cars to "family members". It pisses me off but I have interactions with people and it means something to me. Who knows if it will actually pay down the road, maybe it will save my soul or balance it out being in this business and all. I go in my head so much I hear "blonde" and "from Neptune" but I'm just trying to absorb everyone at once not just my own perspective, let alone do my. Whatever Not like any other job I've ever had and every day/person/deal is different. Very odd.

Where do you think you can find these interactions that you so need? Kinda like Kids eating chalk and dirt because they are vitamin deficient. You will get what you need eventually but can you visualize an environment now?

That's the only book I know, which somehow, is not nearly as good as the movie.

Most of those people have nothing going on behind their shrouds that is worth peeking at.
It's so odd what our mind manufactures when it is missing something.

I love alliteration. Spontaneous Assonance also.

I wish there was a television station that played nothing but a peron watching television. It would remind you what you were doing.

The division of the neighborhoods. It's funny but you don't notice it when you are a little kid.

Yeah whenever I get frustrated with things I sometimes numb it away by mindlessly watching TV too. I think riding your bike is a much more productive way of forgetting about your troubles though.

ahhh. but when I sit around with supposed "smart folks" they seem to be just fine. They seem to know their place in life as if they had a secret road map, never contemplating which way to go, never thinking.

Did this friend of my date really wake up one day and say, "Why yes, of course I'll be an orthodontist!" or was it decided for him? Did he just know?

I sit and blend in as best as I can. It seems that the ones that are married are happiest, and then the ones that have "someone" are runner ups. There seems to be a life's plan and I struggle when I think that below free will happiness is evolution and the need to reproduce or at least keep up with the Joneses. It makes me want to back out of it all until I can be sure I feel something real

I've spent the last couple of years asking if this is all there is to be.
This feeling is more than I can take for too much longer. It's going to send me in a direction I'd long ago promised myself I'd never go...

Why does reading your space make me feel like going to church did when I was little and believed in The Church's God and everything they said?

Maybe because someone else, (you) examines their life just as much as I do so I don't feel so odd and I know that I do not know it all and am not expected to in a lifetime and with every bit I learn more I feel better.

The evolution of a journaling mass. I believe that it is a part of a people knowing themselves and ultimatley each other's thought, feelings and being more open and communicative in general. Think Global Possiblities or right next door. Give it 50 years. Look back, then imagine forward. Have to get over fear first.

When I start to think too much I just turn on the television to the stupidest show I can find and put the volume up high.

Within a few minutes I'm so enraged by the insult to intelligence, reason and basic positive human nature that I go and pound on a heavy bag until my knuckles bleed.

I haven't written in weeks.

It does not matter unless she decides to do the same.