Self-Importance

"And that's why when you've exhibited the slighest tendency towards self-importance, I've reminded you that you and me - you and I: excuse me - may be every bit as important as the President or the pope or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but that none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let's not get carried away with ourselves. Preventative medicine, boy. It's preventative medicine."
"But what about self-esteem?"
"Heh! Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - maybe even glory."

That is a small excerpt from Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates by Tom Robbins, and I thought it summarized my worldview well enough to deserve a place here!

Why does love do this to me? {{Brain Dump}}

Why does love do this to me?
I don't know, I don't know.

Well, I sorta know.
I mean, its only human, right?
This selfishness.

Selfish? Shellfish.
Crab is good, but prawn is better.
Love that thousand island dressing.

Easter Island heads singing in tune.

Well the remedy is the experience.
This is a dangerous liason.
I won't worry my life away.
Not anymore.

Putting all this on paper makes me wonder if I am actually insane.
Can an insane man recognise his own lack of sanity?
Or must you be sane to see the lackthereof?

Lack.
My life is pretty damn spiffy.
I am content.
It ain't perfect - there is stuff I lack.
Like a girlfriend.
But I have survived without it thus far, so I think I will continue, if that's quite alright with you.

Contentment is a skill, you know.
I've been practicing.
I've gotten quite good, really.

That isn't to say I don't take steps to improve my lot in life.
But for now, it's the only lot I have, so I may as well enjoy it.

If you find yourself inside a bubble, hold your cloak and wait for me.
Always follow orders, little bees.

Goddamn bees.
Why is something so small and so yellow so damn scary?

Five hundred and ten songs on my playlist.
Is there nothing here I want to listen to?

I stand corrected.
All the time is Jason Mraz time.

Well open up your mind, and see like me.
Open up your hands and damn, you're free.
A look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love.

Sappy music is for saps.
And hopeless romantics.
And I love it.

Half my playlist is soloist and acustic guitar.
Is that bad?

I just accidentally the game.
I'm sorry that you had to read that.

Tonight, a comedian died in New York.

I see your name on the marble arch,
Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken Halleujah.

And the hardest part is letting go.
Not taking part.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Whatever.
I'll venture later.

Level up!
I am now a level 42 procrastinator.
I'll go and buy my new spells later.

Mmm, Aion.
Angels, Demons, and the Abyss.
What could be better?

The World.
Try the new MMO called 'Outside'.
Realistic graphics!
Intuitive UI!
Force feedback!
Realistic AI!
A fresh twist on the grind we all know and love!

God this blog is full of random crap.
But then, that was sort of the point to begin with.
I laughed when I found out people read it.
Then I figured out that he wasn't kidding.
WTF, people.

I only have one Jazz song on my playlist.
It happens to be my favourite song.
I don't listen to any other Jazz becuase it couldn't possibly be that good.

Wat.
I don't even.
Who...
I don't understand.
That doesn't make any sense.

I don't understand myself either.
Perhaps least of all.

Nonetheless, this is a triumph.

I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Anonymous.
We do what we want because we can.

I'd walk ten thousand miles,
ten thousand miles to see you.
And every gasp of breath
I'd grab it just to find you.

Anything for you.

I love you, and I have no idea if you realise it or not.
Crime shame that.
But really, it doesn't matter one way or the other.

For now, that avenue is closed.
Chivalry prevents me from acting.
He holds me back, but I don't resent him for it.
If he didn't, I wouldn't be me.
And if I wasn't me, I probably wouldn't love you.

For now, I can only continue.
Merely wondering what you would say.

“One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.”

Good joke.
Everybody laugh.
Roll on snare drum.
Curtains.