pyrhhus

Sooooooooo not much to say. This is where it dawns on me that I'm not really into journaling.

In general, I think it is impossible for men to understand women, and women to understand men. I am speaking, obviously, in terms of the sexes as a whole. It is extremely possible that an individual man and woman can nurture and eventually obtain a very clear understanding of each other, how else would there be marriages or other long-term relationships? I also think that...
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If my dreams lately are any indication of what is going on in my head, I am one confused sonofabitch. Last night (this afternoon for all you daylight fanatics) I woke up several times remembering dreams, and then went back to sleep not because I was tired, but because my dreams lured me back. I don't remember details, but they had something to do with...
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Damn it's been a boring week.

I am a good second-in-command. You tell me what to do and you can be sure I'll see it done. I just don't know what to do.

Every person is a unique series of paradoxes. I offer myself by way of example: I am dexterous and clumsy, agile yet sluggish. I am a free thinker with strong opinions, a communicator that doesn't own a cell phone. I consider myself considerate but at times take strides not to be nice. I constantly say what I need to but seldom say what I want;...
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Just one of those days where all your past mistakes come back to haunt you at once. I suppose it's time to act like I learned something.

Wow, yesterday must have been one hell of a day.

Oh, and up with humility and down with modesty. Humility means keeping yourself in perspective, modesty leads to mediocrity.

I think I am going to start using this. I'm tired of thinking things to myself that I think are at least relatively interesting but not remembering them when talking to people. So here goes...

Silly people: Those who have doors with deadbolts but lock only the handle. Any person with above average hand strength can break most handle locks. I'm not saying a deadbolt...
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I've never really been into journaling. Probably because my life is vacuous enough without yet another habit originating from the need to pass from one hour to the next.

I've been using the word vacuous a lot lately; that can't be a good sign.

I decided to pick favorites. They are in no particular order.