Monday, October 08, 2007
" misplaced ; 3:11 PM "
i feel misplaced, oh - not in a way that makes me become a lost drifter, searching about - i just feel shifted, like maybe something went wrong somewhere, or something moved. weird choice of words, i know, but it's just the best way i can describe this.
you know how they say, there is power in numbers? no one likes to be outnumbered, or when they are outnumbered, they give in anyway. no one wants to stick out like a sore thumb, or maybe they do. i'm just speaking from what i know, in this whole environment i'm in. i'm really not the type of person who finds the pleasure in trying to prove my point, very sordid actually. it makes me seem like i don't stand up for what i believe in. but i do, just silently. people have said it makes me a poof, yeah, maybe it does. but there's just somethings i know i will fight for, but other things like - which MTV presenter pisses you off more, carson or su chin ? - ah, that, i don't really give a fuck. i just like listening, more pretentiously that way. i like to absorb, though im not necessarily agreeing am i ? it's just the way things happen around me and somehow this has shifted. so conveniently.
this anonymous feeling in me has made me feel shifted. and i don't know what the fuck it is. i honestly don't think i'll find out anytime soon either. pity.
my book choices have shifted too. from what i usually cry over, all those fat novels which give me a headache, to something like the Inquisitive. it's monopolising and dominant, this SHIFT. can i express it more? shifting. grr, i don't like change. i like my little routines, i like predictable things. i don't like things that just grab people by the neck and make them hover about thinking 'what's happening?'. i hate the stupid confessional 'ruts' people go through. i've experienced one too many and have decided that routine is by far, the best thing ever.
on these types of complicating, beyond-my-mind, annoying days, one has to listen to Dido for about as long as possible, to clear the cluttered mind.
*which is continuing its cluttering. tsk*
fudge it all
you know how they say, there is power in numbers? no one likes to be outnumbered, or when they are outnumbered, they give in anyway. no one wants to stick out like a sore thumb, or maybe they do. i'm just speaking from what i know, in this whole environment i'm in. i'm really not the type of person who finds the pleasure in trying to prove my point, very sordid actually. it makes me seem like i don't stand up for what i believe in. but i do, just silently. people have said it makes me a poof, yeah, maybe it does. but there's just somethings i know i will fight for, but other things like - which MTV presenter pisses you off more, carson or su chin ? - ah, that, i don't really give a fuck. i just like listening, more pretentiously that way. i like to absorb, though im not necessarily agreeing am i ? it's just the way things happen around me and somehow this has shifted. so conveniently.
this anonymous feeling in me has made me feel shifted. and i don't know what the fuck it is. i honestly don't think i'll find out anytime soon either. pity.
my book choices have shifted too. from what i usually cry over, all those fat novels which give me a headache, to something like the Inquisitive. it's monopolising and dominant, this SHIFT. can i express it more? shifting. grr, i don't like change. i like my little routines, i like predictable things. i don't like things that just grab people by the neck and make them hover about thinking 'what's happening?'. i hate the stupid confessional 'ruts' people go through. i've experienced one too many and have decided that routine is by far, the best thing ever.
on these types of complicating, beyond-my-mind, annoying days, one has to listen to Dido for about as long as possible, to clear the cluttered mind.
*which is continuing its cluttering. tsk*
fudge it all