22.10.04
Me
I was reading Saint Confused's blog this morning, and he asked a very good question.
'Why is our largest obstacle usually ourselves?'
I posted a quick response, but it got me thinking. Simple, I thought... I can run from anybody, anything, anytime... Except me. I am stuck with me. When I wake up in the morning, there I am. I work with me. I eat with me. I socialise with me. I am all around me. I cannot escape me. It's overload.
I need a break from me.
I'm not trying to imply that there's anything wrong with me (aside from the obviously twisted mind). I think this is a typical human feeling. Imagine being sentenced to spend 24 hours a day with another person. Everywhere you went, they'd be with you. Every thought that flashed through your head, they'd know about. Every feeling, every word, every deed... All of it. It would be too much.
I think that sometimes — just for a little while — I'd like to go somewhere that I wasn't. You know?
'Why is our largest obstacle usually ourselves?'
I posted a quick response, but it got me thinking. Simple, I thought... I can run from anybody, anything, anytime... Except me. I am stuck with me. When I wake up in the morning, there I am. I work with me. I eat with me. I socialise with me. I am all around me. I cannot escape me. It's overload.
I need a break from me.
I'm not trying to imply that there's anything wrong with me (aside from the obviously twisted mind). I think this is a typical human feeling. Imagine being sentenced to spend 24 hours a day with another person. Everywhere you went, they'd be with you. Every thought that flashed through your head, they'd know about. Every feeling, every word, every deed... All of it. It would be too much.
I think that sometimes — just for a little while — I'd like to go somewhere that I wasn't. You know?
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this is the word of the sarcastrix @ 09:59
everybody's 2¢ worth:
at 20:35 
said...
Hehe, I forgot to say who I was.
Ana from http://independenceofmind.blog.city.com
I visited thru Blog Explosion. And I totally agree with you, I'd like to be somewhere I'm not, just for a little while. I do get tired of me sometimes.
said... Hehe, I forgot to say who I was.
Ana from http://independenceofmind.blog.city.com
I visited thru Blog Explosion. And I totally agree with you, I'd like to be somewhere I'm not, just for a little while. I do get tired of me sometimes.
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I visited thru Blog Explosion. And I totally agree with you, I'd like to be somewhere I'm not, just for a little while. I do get tired of me sometimes.