Originally posted by DrTeeth:
Please don't let this thread die! You'll hurt my feelings....
Poor fella..
~ A local tribe of brittle stick insects has scratched out a little message on a piece of wood and sent a courier to bring it to me!
I woke up this morning, and was just sleepily staring out through the spaces between my blinds and watching
the shadows of leaves moving across them, when I noticed a little tan-colored stick insect standing there motionless
on the window sill. After it was sure that I had seen it, it scurried off, and it was only then that I noticed the tiny,
unassuming tablet resting there in the morning light.
I can't believe they took the time to do that just for me! I can't tell you the message because it's a personal thing
between me and them, but this is the happiest I have felt in a long time. I know the patch of desert this particular
individual travelled from, so of course I'll be making a trip out their to personally thank them.
~ I bought 3 U2 tickets this morning. I will be bringing my youngest nephew and his friend. They are in the nosebleeds,
but that's all I could afford. Luckily, they are at the very bottom of the section and there is a very good view of the stage from there.
I am just grateful to be going and to be able to bring my nephew and his friend along.
~ Sometimes I barely get to work on time, but when it's U2 I'm there 45 minutes early!
~ I'm going to be spending less time here because I want to do more writing. There are so many paths, and I want to explore
as many as I can before I die. These 26 years have gone by pretty quickly, and I don't want to be lying there on my death bed
like a beached whale that can finally clearly see the separation between water and land with a stockpile of ideas and feelings
in my head that have never been used. At that point, I wouldn't be able to share them with anyone and I really would feel like
I had missed the opportunities that this life has given me. I wouldn't be able to speak, and just barely able to move,
and a family member covered with the residue of the energetic ocean of life outside of my death room would be standing there staring
at me and I would be wondering why I collected all of those thoughts and memories and never even used them to communicate or
to overcome my depression.
~ Inspiration and motivation are always with me. They often get pushed to the back, but I have patience and endurance. I am proud
of the fact that I do not give in and become bitter during hard times or afterwards. I never give up. I don't know how to give
up. It does not compute. Giving up is not something I am familiar with. If you talk to me about giving up, I will probably ask
you to repeat what you just said because giving up does not make sense to me.
~ The smilie eating a smurf's leg is very offensive to me.
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"You can't trust violence."
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[This message has been edited by travu2 (edited 11-10-2001).]