boredom brings strange contemplations
Jul. 30th, 2002 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancingyeli have nothing to do at work right now, but i can't not come in because that would look bad..nor can i leave, since i have a meeting at 2:30. so, i sit at my desk, surf the web, and have random thoughts.
i'm kinda looking forward to the school year. i mean, i'm glad it's summer and i don't have to worry about homework and such, but i'm not dreading school or anything. i'm hoping this year will be less dramatic than the last. less new stuff...although i don't want it to be too calm, either, or i'll be bored. i need a happy medium.
every once in a while, i start feeling like there's so much i can do...all these possibilities are out there. it's a nice feeling...a bit overwhelming, to be sure, but nice anyways. i'm like a little kid...i think i can do anything i want. today, for some unknown reason, is a good day.
someone, probably david wolpe, wrote that sometimes people we're closest to surprise us, and while the surprise may be a good one, the fact that they are still capapble of surprising us is a bit sad, since it reminds us that no matter how close we can be to someone, we can never fully know them. that kind of one-ness is impossible for us humans. i'm not sure why i thought of this now...but it's true. people are unpredictable, and no matter how well we know each other, we can only guess at what someone will choose to do. we can never actually predict their actions.
i think people should be allowed to make their own mistakes. i mean, it's good to have friends and family who look out for you and give you advice, and it's good to give advice if you think a friend may need it, but in the end, you learn best from your own experiences. this isn't true for everything, but i think it's true for the major things, like relationships. if i'm told not to get my hopes up too much, chances are i won't listen, unless i've been through something similar and know enough from my own experiences not to hope too much. does that make any sense?
sometimes, learning about love means learning about pain. i think the two can hardly be separated. but i'd rather get the pain and the love than live without either one.
ok, enough of this randomness...i get weird if i let myself ramble for too long.
i'm kinda looking forward to the school year. i mean, i'm glad it's summer and i don't have to worry about homework and such, but i'm not dreading school or anything. i'm hoping this year will be less dramatic than the last. less new stuff...although i don't want it to be too calm, either, or i'll be bored. i need a happy medium.
every once in a while, i start feeling like there's so much i can do...all these possibilities are out there. it's a nice feeling...a bit overwhelming, to be sure, but nice anyways. i'm like a little kid...i think i can do anything i want. today, for some unknown reason, is a good day.
someone, probably david wolpe, wrote that sometimes people we're closest to surprise us, and while the surprise may be a good one, the fact that they are still capapble of surprising us is a bit sad, since it reminds us that no matter how close we can be to someone, we can never fully know them. that kind of one-ness is impossible for us humans. i'm not sure why i thought of this now...but it's true. people are unpredictable, and no matter how well we know each other, we can only guess at what someone will choose to do. we can never actually predict their actions.
i think people should be allowed to make their own mistakes. i mean, it's good to have friends and family who look out for you and give you advice, and it's good to give advice if you think a friend may need it, but in the end, you learn best from your own experiences. this isn't true for everything, but i think it's true for the major things, like relationships. if i'm told not to get my hopes up too much, chances are i won't listen, unless i've been through something similar and know enough from my own experiences not to hope too much. does that make any sense?
sometimes, learning about love means learning about pain. i think the two can hardly be separated. but i'd rather get the pain and the love than live without either one.
ok, enough of this randomness...i get weird if i let myself ramble for too long.
