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Soon it wanes
Sep. 2nd, 2007 09:40 pmOh lordy, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Classes have started, the drama of work has continued, and slowly life goes into something vaguely normal. Grandpa's still sick, Mum's still not home, and everything sometimes just stops, sticks, and waits to get a push to move back on again. When it gets back to moving, it can stumble but eventually it gets on feet and just runs.
Nothing really important has happened, so it's all just, what? Time's passed, you find stuff that makes you smile (Top Gear, right now), and you just run 'round like you always do. A new year's coming up, and I hope the wheel turns better this year. It's a painful time of year, for a lot of people - it'd be nice when it gets better. What do you do? Bah, read books, find new shows, enjoy old ones that make you smile, pull out a collection of DVDs from a show that I had to admit I haven't watched in close to two years now.
Summer's starting to sleep, winding down for the season and moving to the next. I'm as disjointed now as I've been all summer, running around, blown about, wanting control of everything's that going wrong and wanting to take control whenever I could. I'd quote Wash right now, but it's a quote that easily comes to mind. I'm rubbish at coming up with my own good quotes (excepting the quip of "Pious vegetables" which makes sense only when I explain that we were talking about the time of the Plague in Europe), so I find words from someone else and parrot them off.
Labor Day, right? I can imagine I've got a big fuzzy pillow in my lap and staring out my window now, and what do I see there? Trees and leaves and grass and when things move, air and wind. Hidden away someplace there's this thing that I think is worth living for and dying for, and that thing drives me. I can argue with anyone else about politics but unspoken there's an accord. To everyone, even if at any time I'd be on the wrong end of a knife with them, there's something, isn't there? So it's this thing, and protecting whatever it is, that could unite anyone. But that thing, it's different for everyone, so how can everyone agree on protecting, preserving it?
Meh, the odd things a head can come up with, especially mine. I should leave abstract thought to philosophers, theoreticians, or myself when I'm a lot less emotional, antsy, or so sober.
Nothing really important has happened, so it's all just, what? Time's passed, you find stuff that makes you smile (Top Gear, right now), and you just run 'round like you always do. A new year's coming up, and I hope the wheel turns better this year. It's a painful time of year, for a lot of people - it'd be nice when it gets better. What do you do? Bah, read books, find new shows, enjoy old ones that make you smile, pull out a collection of DVDs from a show that I had to admit I haven't watched in close to two years now.
Summer's starting to sleep, winding down for the season and moving to the next. I'm as disjointed now as I've been all summer, running around, blown about, wanting control of everything's that going wrong and wanting to take control whenever I could. I'd quote Wash right now, but it's a quote that easily comes to mind. I'm rubbish at coming up with my own good quotes (excepting the quip of "Pious vegetables" which makes sense only when I explain that we were talking about the time of the Plague in Europe), so I find words from someone else and parrot them off.
Labor Day, right? I can imagine I've got a big fuzzy pillow in my lap and staring out my window now, and what do I see there? Trees and leaves and grass and when things move, air and wind. Hidden away someplace there's this thing that I think is worth living for and dying for, and that thing drives me. I can argue with anyone else about politics but unspoken there's an accord. To everyone, even if at any time I'd be on the wrong end of a knife with them, there's something, isn't there? So it's this thing, and protecting whatever it is, that could unite anyone. But that thing, it's different for everyone, so how can everyone agree on protecting, preserving it?
Meh, the odd things a head can come up with, especially mine. I should leave abstract thought to philosophers, theoreticians, or myself when I'm a lot less emotional, antsy, or so sober.
