there’s a certain venerability about the unknown
designing/defining/creating one’s self, the concept of a long-term self and a short-term self, perceptions of self, (does that make me self-centered? is that bad? or should I just call this introspection?), what qualities do people adopt from their parents and what qualities are repulsed?, am I taking enough pictures of days? people? places? all of this? will I regret that in the future? will I regret anything?, perhaps the thing with regret is that regrets eventually fade depending on how the circumstances change?, autonomy, what warrants what someone “deserves”?, I haven’t drank in over a month! I think that’s the driest I’ve been since summer. whatta lifestyle, I have a fear that if I don’t practice thinking creatively and actively pursuing creative aspirations I will become progressively less capable of original thought and then eventually become a sad, uninspired person who is simultaneously math-challenged and artistically futile, today a best friend told me “everyone is awk" and "i think everyone is weird" and those are the two most true things I’ve heard all day, my thought is that there are different frequencies at which people think (and live) and sometimes some frequencies are unintelligible while other frequencies have an achingly clear and crisp signal. I don’t know.