I should've been born an Aries
Apr. 23rd, 2004 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaBecause, according to The Onion's hororscopes for this week:
Aries: (March 21--April 19)
When people think of all the ways picnics are ruined, it's rare that they come up with even half of the weird shit you've pulled.
I really have ruined a number of picnics--family picnics, of course--by a variety of completely surreal antics usually involving assorted still-living objects discovered around the picnic grounds....
I feel somewhat better today, too, as is no doubt obvious from the fact that I can write coherently again without invoking my long-standing deathwish. I just slept for eleven hours and enjoyed some very pleasant dreams...dreams in which I knew I was dreaming, which gave me the ability to fully explore and appreciate my dream-surrounds and those who inhabit them, though, naturally, there was one person whom I tended to, ahem, focus on more than others. You know who you are.
So today...I still feel a bit shaky--but not so much because of any mental or emotional shock but because I'm just hungry and my body craves caffeine.
I will say one thing, though...as much as I hate the fact that certain things can discombobulate me so badly and throw my gearworks into complete chaos--still, I've learned to be strangely thankful for such moments, as, in the long run, they force me to deal with the more difficult things in life and work around them. Nothing should ever be too easy, because then there's no real reason to appreciate it and no real beauty in it. Once again, we can find inspiration in the example of those master bards of the latter-20th Century, Devo, when they said "Love without anger isn't love at all." Now, it doesn't always need to be love we're talking about here, nor does it have to involve anger--but nothing truly worth it should ever come to you without a certain measure of chaos to make sure you see it for what it really is, and not for what you imagine it or hope it to be. Honesty may hurt, and my naturally depressive personality may always make the hurt seem a million times worse than it is, but I wouldn't trade honesty for anything. David Copperfield can keep the illusions.
Aries: (March 21--April 19)
When people think of all the ways picnics are ruined, it's rare that they come up with even half of the weird shit you've pulled.
I really have ruined a number of picnics--family picnics, of course--by a variety of completely surreal antics usually involving assorted still-living objects discovered around the picnic grounds....
I feel somewhat better today, too, as is no doubt obvious from the fact that I can write coherently again without invoking my long-standing deathwish. I just slept for eleven hours and enjoyed some very pleasant dreams...dreams in which I knew I was dreaming, which gave me the ability to fully explore and appreciate my dream-surrounds and those who inhabit them, though, naturally, there was one person whom I tended to, ahem, focus on more than others. You know who you are.
So today...I still feel a bit shaky--but not so much because of any mental or emotional shock but because I'm just hungry and my body craves caffeine.
I will say one thing, though...as much as I hate the fact that certain things can discombobulate me so badly and throw my gearworks into complete chaos--still, I've learned to be strangely thankful for such moments, as, in the long run, they force me to deal with the more difficult things in life and work around them. Nothing should ever be too easy, because then there's no real reason to appreciate it and no real beauty in it. Once again, we can find inspiration in the example of those master bards of the latter-20th Century, Devo, when they said "Love without anger isn't love at all." Now, it doesn't always need to be love we're talking about here, nor does it have to involve anger--but nothing truly worth it should ever come to you without a certain measure of chaos to make sure you see it for what it really is, and not for what you imagine it or hope it to be. Honesty may hurt, and my naturally depressive personality may always make the hurt seem a million times worse than it is, but I wouldn't trade honesty for anything. David Copperfield can keep the illusions.
