close Encounters
Usually i dont attempt to pour my thoughts into a paragraph and be verbose in my approach to blogging, but then what the heck everyone needs a bed time story once in a while :)
So the other day i was thinking how people come and go out of our lives , sometimes on a daily basis,
tell us their little story and dissapear into the wilderness. Sometimes we are moved by these stories and other times we are like uHH do i know u??
Most of us are usually are caught up in our own little miseries that we never really have time to rewind and rollback these little stories that are hidden inside our minds.
Now ever so often u say screw yall to everything around you and escape into the woods and pick out a story that makes u happy. its like going to ur dusty cd rack and picking out music u havent heard in a while.
And then u end up thinking what ever happened to that person. Oh how i wish i had a gadget that would enable me to track my list of homies and see what they have gone thru over time. I guess the blogs do serve this purpose somebit, but wouldnt it be cool to just know everything about everyone u have cared for in your life without having to take too much effort.
the lack of such an instrument thereof is what i think to be the cause of constant change in peoples social surroundings, well not that i am discounting the burdens of the chaotic chain of everyday mundane necessities of life ... like ah my laundry basket is full or darn my credit card bill needs to be paid .. considering them as common ground , well of course if u happen to be a hippie it all dont count, i would think that the lack of close connections with people who have touched us propels us to find easy escape routes and settle for easy access scenarios ... oh you should meet this new bosnian dude i hang out with .. he is absolutley hilarious.
before i stop making any sense to meself i am sorry i have to end my attempt at pouring down my thoughts
The Disappearing Jobs
12 years ago
