iDallas!

There’s a lot of other things going on in the world. It’s too bad you can’t be in lots of places at once or be involved with lots of things at once. I suppose you could travel around and juggle lots of activities at once, but then you’d probably end up spending most of your time making arrangements for travel and figuring out what to do next.

I think you can only really be happy and somewhat fulfilled if you’re putting a majority of your energy into something you really care about… and no one can really care about travelling. Travelling is just going places and looking and seeing. It’s also a little bit of interacting, but not very much… not the sort of interacting that starts to develop with people you’ve known and cared about for several years.

So, then I guess it’s sad that you can’t be with everyone all the time. It’s something everyone has pretty much accepted, but it’s still sorta sad.

We change. Life changes us.
That’s a guarantee almost as much as dying is, as morbid as that might be. But I find comfort in change. It lets me know that things can always get better. Forget the fact that things usually just get worse. Ahaha. That’s easy to forget since it’s all relative anyway. You just get used to things.

Right now, I can feel a change coming on… actually, I have felt it coming for awhile, but it doesn’t really seem to. Maybe I’m just anxious for something to change. I dunno what. I want something big in my life to change. I could just pick something and make it change, I guess. I’ll pick… my hair! I’ll color my hair. Yeah.

Coloring my hair will change my whole outlook on things.

I don’t really want to color my hair, though. Maybe I’ll change… my skin tone! That could change everything… not easy, though… and probably expensive.

I dunno. Maybe I’ll just change my mind about something. Maybe I’ll decide that Republicans really do make sense! ahaha. Yeah. That’ll fix me.

a pondering, perhaps.
ahaha. Maybe not. Maybe just a flower,
or a bird, or a wild runaway tired old man,
with a hankering for potatoes and tomatoes.

ride
work
swim
connect the center
to the edges.
The waves roll in and out,
up and down. Over and out.

There’s an energy that can be derived from meeting new people and finding out that you have something in common with them. It’s one of those cultural wonders, or something. One of those human things that make you remember your mortality and remind you to spend your time doing what you want to do. Or, maybe it just does that to me. I met some new people last night… Jorge, Simon, and I drove to San Francisco from LA for a party, and then drove back right after. It’s not the sort of thing I’d do over and over again, but I’ll never forget it.