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9:14 AM 4/6/00
i think i hate being an adult. it seems as though i forced myself into
it (quite a while back), but this time, i'll be paying the concequences
forever (or at least the next 45 years or so). now that i think about
it, i seem to be in a window of time between adulthood and adolescence
where i care very little about "activism", fashion, or my social life,
(hence my problems dealing with
people younger than myself), but i care even less about "adult" stuff;
car, status, dental insurance, "settledness"... sometimes though, i
care what others think of me. sigh.
which is why i've decided to do what i'm doing now, and feel about it
like i do. in fact given the circumstances, the answer should be easy,
if not blatantly obvious.
it should be, but its not at times. in
fact its very very scary.
its scary thinking about regression.
its scary thinking about having
to make it again. its scary thinking about moving to a new place and
finding out i was totally wrong about it all. its scary thinking about
discovering patterns in what i *think* is scary...
because no. none of this is important,
except for the things that i
deem important, and when this becomes an absolute truth, i will
be totally free.
link:
fluid design, is what *i'm* talkin' about!