01.29.01
I've heard so many people try to define love in its truest, purest form, and of course, all definitions are lacking. I have finally reached one of my own. When a person can tear your heart from your chest and smash it against the wall until it is unrecognizable, when that person kicks you in the face and makes of you something less than worthless, when you still find yourself crawling back for more--then, and only then, do you know that you are truly in love.
01.03.01
The Geometry of Life
Life begins with a single point. It ends with another. Drawn between these points, birth and death, is a single unwavering line. Some are short, and some are long. The quality of the line depends on the individual. Both points are absolutely necessary. Without one, the line would stretch on indefinitely, and so death must inevitably follow birth, and life cannot exist without birth. These lines exist in a multiplanar world. Some are on the same plane, and run parallel to each other, or intersect. Others never come into any close proximity. Lines on other planes are even further apart, but these lines can also come close, yet never touch. Close parallel lines are those that spend their lives together, although they need not have similar beginning and ending points. Lines that intersect, or pass so close over one another, are those lives that come together once, yet never again. Other lines can be on separate planes, yet be so close to parallel that they never seem to be apart from one another. These allow for near-intersections at numerous points, and sometimes these meetings happen frequently, and other times not so frequently. Imagine the lines having an electric charge, and they are so close that the electrons, when allowed, can jump from one line to another. The electron collisions can be both strong and weak. These are the most common lines; those that are so close, yet not quite parallel, so that it is up to the lines themselves to determine how close they get.
Just a thought.
01.01.01
It's 3 o'clock in the morning. I have no idea why I'm sitting here writing, except that something has compelled me to do so. Maybe it's the date. Maybe it's an unfulfilled desire to share with my fellow human beings another small piece of who I am. But who'll ever know, right?
So what have I to say as we are now three hours into the new year, and the new millenium? Of resolutions, I have none. A week from now they would all be broken, unless they were of a magnitude that would not require a resolution in the first place. Maybe revelations would be better suited for the time and place. God knows I feel more alone now than I ever have before, and all I can do about it is sit here and type away, knowing the world will pass me by once again, and the only person who will read this is myself. Yet here I am.
So I've realized something about myself in the past week or so. And I don't even know how to say it. And I'm talking to a computer. Wow, I feel like an idiot. I love to love. I doubt that makes sense. In the two relationships I've been in, I've given my all to the girl I was with, especially to Laura, and I believe that it's the simple giving that I love so much. I love romance, and I believe that I could develop deep feelings for someone who would share a romance with me, regardless of whether I loved her or not. I yearn for that simple physical human contact.
Yeah, I know. None of that makes sense. But it sort of does make sense to me, if that is any consolation to either of us. My eyes are heavy. My bed is calling me. Maybe more tomorrow. Maybe.
12.11.00
My new pet peeve: the infinite loop. Create one of these without saving your program and you lose everything. I will now make it my goal to create infinite loops in the minds of my enemies. Without Ctrl-Alt-Delete to save them, they will surely bend to my will. No, I'm not insane.
12.04.00
When you start eating cough drops like candy (And I'm not talking about those Luden's cough drops, which are obviously intended to be candy. No, I'm referring to the real ones, the Hall's Mentho-Lyptus Advanced Vapor Action brand.), you eventually run out, and do not have any more when you actually develop a sore throat and need the cough drops. Ahh, and now the NyQuil is kicking in, so I must depart before I pass out.