Month: January 2015

Depth > Surface

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I finally finished reading American Psycho last night and felt somewhat sad when it ended. What’s that? Yes, I felt sad for a satiric-psychotic-serial-killer who desperately needed help and some sort of friendship and loving that he couldn’t feel because he was so numb. So numb from pain and alienation if that were even possible. Mind-blowing. Because I can’t find anything more beautiful than being able to feel, to really see the world.  And now, I am almost finished with reading We Were Liars by E. Lockhart. Could my perception of the world be changing anymore than it is? All I can say is that I did not see the twist coming…damn. But i suppose that’s the point…beautiful moments are just moments…they stay in that time frame. It was beautiful and it was in the past. Memories can be haunting. I used to read a lot as a kid. Went to the library every week with my mother and would take out four or five books at a time to read. Then, I stopped around age …

Patient Patient (Hypocrisy)

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They say patience is a virtue. But how many of us are patient all the way through situations? You know, people who give good advice are often, victims themselves, and by all means, known as “hypocrites”. We also self-diagnose or at least I do this a lot. I know what my problems are, and perhaps how to solve it (or at least have an idea) but it misses the middleman, the flesh…the thing that holds it all together. Maybe this is what can also be termed “patience”? The very opposite of a breaking point, a breakdown? Many people will understand being patient as in a sense, waiting and letting something take its time. It also suggests stillness – less of an urgency but more on the reflective. A clear head. Now consider this: being a patient.