Monday, 19 June 2006
the first rant.
My life is a map, with drawing pins stuck along my route, going somewhere. I’m not sure where. I’ve been lost so many times, but I eventually find a marker, letting me know I’m back on track. God I hate metaphors. Why do I use them?
I always thought that I had the mind of an artist, but lacked the skill that let’s an artist be known. My sister became the artist, my step sister became a singer, and I took the scenic route of philosophy. These days philosophers are only worth something if they’re funny, they’re called comedians.
I’m not a comedian. I’m in the wrong era. Or the wrong map.
I wonder what my pins are? Most people would think it’d be things like my parents divorce, or the time I almost got raped. But it’s not. It’s always smaller moments that affect me. Like the first the first time I fell in love, I saw him dancing with another girl, and I realised he didn’t love me, or when I fell off my bike and a rock went through my lip, and my dad convinced the doctor not to stich my lip up because I didn’t want it, and I realised that he actually did listen to what I said, and I never knew.
I should go talk to my mum. (I’m visiting her at the moment, shouldn’t be antisocial…)
Love, Hil.
I always thought that I had the mind of an artist, but lacked the skill that let’s an artist be known. My sister became the artist, my step sister became a singer, and I took the scenic route of philosophy. These days philosophers are only worth something if they’re funny, they’re called comedians.
I’m not a comedian. I’m in the wrong era. Or the wrong map.
I wonder what my pins are? Most people would think it’d be things like my parents divorce, or the time I almost got raped. But it’s not. It’s always smaller moments that affect me. Like the first the first time I fell in love, I saw him dancing with another girl, and I realised he didn’t love me, or when I fell off my bike and a rock went through my lip, and my dad convinced the doctor not to stich my lip up because I didn’t want it, and I realised that he actually did listen to what I said, and I never knew.
I should go talk to my mum. (I’m visiting her at the moment, shouldn’t be antisocial…)
Love, Hil.
# posted by Hil : Monday, June 19, 2006
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"God I hate metaphors."
No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't use them. When was the last time you purposely ate food you didn't like?
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No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't use them. When was the last time you purposely ate food you didn't like?
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