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21:22 - Oct. 05, 2005
philosophizing on one's own doesn't go very far
reading the remaining 250 or so pages of 'cider house rules' today hasn't really helped much with my constant thoughts about babies and relationships and leaving... somehow 'cider house' didn't quite grip me the way 'the world according to garp' did. well, anyway. i'm moving to florida in a few days (i'm not counting down) and trying not to think about it. or him. y'know, how i was complaining about wanting to hear a familiar voice? well, my transition friend is still here with me, helping me transition. only, he's here and not moving and we've already broken up and /not/ involved "like that" anymore and i am moving (to florida) in less than a week, and not counting the days. not counting the boxes and not even really packing them: i've been reading. and now i don't even have a good book to distract me. shucks. it's not that i'm not looking forward to moving, it just all seems so huge at the moment - there's no way it could possibly happen. hell, i don't even know where i'm staying once i get down there. i don't know where all my things are, and how many boxes i'll need and what i'm taking and what i'm not and which moving truck company to rent from and how the hell am i going to pay for all of this? my advice: don't move. or, if you have to, live without lots of stuff. why is it that idealism never seems to be applicable to the world the rest of us are living in? impracticality, in my view, oughtn't to be synonomous with idealistic; i'd hoped something more uplifting would be associated with idealism... although i suppose, if it were, there'd be a large quantity of subject matter the cynics of the world would dearly miss.
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