8-15-06

It's been a long time. Unfortunately I have trashed my previous writings, so I have no idea where I left off. I have had a habit of trashing things without thinking and then trying to remember what I threw out. Oh well, such is the life I choose.

Things happen and they don't. I really don't know what I could say here that would be interesting to anyone, but I guess it doesn't hurt just to rattle off a few thoughts like you would shake snow off your pant leg as you walk into the house. It leaves a bit of wetness, but it will soon be forgotten.

It's been quite a while since I have felt any creative thoughts moving around up there, but it seems to have been coming along for a while now. My 'art" to me is always like a long lost friend. Once in a while you lose touch, but when you meet up again it's like things haven't changed. You know what I mean, I know you do.

Speaking of friends, and long lost types, I have to share some thoughts. I have some friends. I have some I have known forever, some who are my family and some that I keep in my thoughts as wonderful people who have crossed my life and taught me at least something along the way. Many of my friends (I believe) are people I have traveled with through most of my existence. I also believe that some of them that I have met here for only a short time have come from the same place. All people you meet in life should be regarded as a learning experience. I think that everyone should be treated with the same respect you would treat your dearest friend. Sure, you might not know them for long, but a few minutes can change a whole life.

Some people think friendship is meant to be something that means more than it does. A lot of women I have met think friendship means sex and marriage. I don't know, maybe they have read too many books or met some shitty people in their life. I have been accused of thinking I think I think too much and some have accused me of living in La-la land. I have discovered that this is not true at all. Most people I have met mindfuck themselves over silly things and let the real important things slip through their fingers like shit through a tin can.

Relationships, relationships, blah blah blah. Happiness isn't found in somebody who digs you. That is as much of a band-aid as….well, a band-aid. The band-aid doesn't heal you, you heal yourself. The plastic sticker with the padding just covers up the boo-boo until you heal your own body so other crap doesn't hurt you more. Yeah, it's a cliché' but it is true and a lot of people still don't get it, someone can dig you until the cows come home, but until you dig yourself, it means shit.

Take care and I'll talk to ya soon.