July 5, 2004
This persona that we develop... that we acquire... that we try to figure out. I'm still trying to understand where everything fits. An extremist of sorts. Usually one or the other. The manic or the depressive. The lover or the hater. The quite conscience or the loud. Where is the definition of the extremist. There is no normal way of thinking. The normal is whatever is not the norm.
So why is there this urge to be heard and seen, yet underneath it all, seclusion and solitude is the comfort. I really guess that in some sense, people will either love you or hate you and that is OK, because the definition is there and you get a sense of where the world stands, but with a normal life, there is no specific likeness that can be defined. A blend of leftovers thoughts and comments and non-radical thinking, and conservative politics.. it is just the blend. The fuzzy. The manufactured mayhem that looks organized and to the rest of the world... very normal.
It is Love and or Hate.... nothing else.