Here are some thoughts I have been having lately:
1. Getting over any bad habit is just a matter of making peace with that desperate feeling you get when you give it up.
2. There are a lot of situations where words only hide the truth, and trying to express yourself can end up making you more dishonest than you would have been if you had just kept quiet.
3. Every time you say something cruel, there will be someone who will take those words and use them to turn people against you, giving them the high ground. It is extremely easy for the wrong person to take a momentary lapse of self control and use it to paint you as a monster... and the more you try to hurt that person, the easier it will be for them to turn your own words against you. And they get to be the victim and have everyone bond with them over all the misery and resentment and frustration with people like you. Well played, I say!
But it doesn't really hurt so much when the people who have been turned against you no longer matter... in fact, it just makes it easier to move on.
And when the emotional charge of gossiping and bonding through outrage eventually dissipates, what will you have to bring you together again?
4. It's odd how I can go through life doing the things I have done, constantly believing that it's the right way to go about doing things, making myself miserable, and yet still insist that the way I'm doing things is the best thing for me. I really have to wonder if I wouldn't be happier trying something completely out of left field.
I suppose this can also apply to the last 12 years of my life... or possibly even longer... with a lot of dead ends and sort of passing through people without ever really holding on to any of them. I really envy people who have had lifelong friends... I think they're a rare breed.
I think I'm pretty clueless, actually. It's obvious that I am. I like to dream more than I enjoy tangible reality... and I suppose I've always liked ideas more than people. So I connect with people more through my idea of them than through who or what they actually are. I project the idea onto them, and then fall in love with that combination of the projected idea and the person inside of the idea... who might get out sometimes, but never quite seems to make themselves truly heard.
5. One of the happiest moments of my life was actually when I dropped a job in one of the ****iest ways possible... I did a midnight run. I didn't tell anyone I was leaving, I just didn't show up to work one day, made a beeline for the airport, got on a plane and never looked back. I left behind an FWB, some students, all of my co-workers, my apartment, my last paycheck... everything.
That moment was so light and free and amazing I don't think I could ever replicate it. Of course I ended up in one of the worst jobs I had ever had immediately afterwards (karma, I suppose), but for that moment I felt like I had control over my own destiny, and that moment is actually a pretty strong memory. I had to suffer for a few months, but things balanced themselves out and that moment was incredible.
Everything was clear and light and clean. People who try to convince others that it's better to hang on, adhere to the rules and fulfill your duties really don't know what they're talking about... and most of the time it's less about some sort of cosmic rule of decency than their own personal desires.
6. I had that feeling for a brief moment the other day. It wasn't as intense, but there was a stirring and I was momentarily exhilerated by it. It was in many ways like dropping a heavy load. You miss the weight sometimes because you've gotten so used to it, but what a ****ing relief! You can stand up straighter, breathe easier, and everything you had long since stopped noticing tends to jump out at you more, because instead of a routine where you are just focused on a series of simple steps, your entire world is suddenly exploding with unknown possibilities.
It's almost like the sort of eureeka moment at the peak of an LSD trip... you suddenly have it all figured out, but of course you can't express it properly no matter how articulate you are. For some people, this would lead them to believe that it doesn't truly exist, or that it was an delusion... it's strange the amount of importance we assign to articulation, especially since it could never hope to capture what we truly feel, or what we are truly capable of knowing.
It always seems to be the case that we talk out of fear, or because it's expected, or to confirm the things we believe are true... but actually believing what we say is probably a bad idea. We trick ourselves into believing the things in our heads by relying on logic or ego or narratives that allow us to feel a certain way... I honestly think we believe that if we didn't have those words, it would be impossible to understand each other's intentions, and we would end up being more paranoid about each other. But I think this belief comes mostly from the fact that nobody really appreciates silence anymore, and it's so difficult to achieve that people have just grown to fear it.
Haha maybe I'm thinking about my new Chinese semi-girlfriend and our inability to communicate.