Honesty and Indecision

In one of my first posts, perhaps in the first one itself, I mused about my inability to write on/in a particular forum for an extended period of time. Having not rambled in Selfistan regularly for the past few weeks, I found it necessary to write something today. Whether it makes sense or stays a stream of connected yet incomprehensible words remains to be seen. I guess my reason for abandoning Selfistan for the past few weeks has been a result of my, to keep it simple, odd life. Although Selfistan is supposed to be a forum in which I talk about myself and my life, I tend to get very clammy about things that affect me the most. That being said, I can be, and tend to be, very open about some things. What those things are, you'll just have to wait and see and hope that I talk about them in RFS....

So, I've been sitting now for about 10 minutes deciding what to write about next. I've thought about copying some of TS Eliot's brilliance from The Waste Land or from The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock but I don't think it'll fit in that well with this particular post. I've also debated writing about my adventures downtown and looking for a bus stop, but it's a bit boring now - although I found it quite amusing when it happened. I could also speak about my odd dreams - the bombings in Afghanistan, the gay friend looking for Indian-style crackers, thinking my car was on fire - but then, people might analyze them, and I don't want them to. Why? Read the first paragraph.

I think I'll leave this blog with a thought - one that I realized while working with some truly amazing kids at an elementary school this past week. Often, we 'big kids' tend to measure our accomplishments in terms of the recognition we get or the money we earn. And we forget about the smaller accomplishments, the ones that were important to us when we were young.

Often, the best measure of an accomplishment is the size of a child's smile, not the end product.

That's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again first you must die

~me

ramble ramble ramble

It's been almost a week since I've rambled in my characteristic style - perhaps not subjecting people to my thought processes is a good thing, but perhaps (rather surprisingly) people 'enjoy' reading my rambles because of their, at times, pointless nature. And yet, I beg to differ. I don't think what I write here is pointless. It may sound pointless and idiotic and mad - in the crazy weird sense not the i'm pissed off sense - but it has a deeper meaning. Trust me. If I say it has a deeper meaning then it does, purely for the reason that I wrote it and therefore I should hopefully know the true meaning of it.

Emphasis on hopefully.

But seriously, I hope people aren't taking Ramblings From Selfistan literally. Honestly, if you're doing that you're stupid. Why take things that are not meant to be taken literally, literally? It's literally idiotic.

Ok i'm tired..gonna go sleep..no more rambling

that's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again first you must die

~me

The Four Seasons - quattro

If you can't have a header, try a footer

Some of you may remember the problems I had in trying to put my Ramblings from Selfistan header up on this blog. Well, it's now a footer.

Problem solved....

that's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again first you must die

~me