2009.03.11 Miscellaneous Ramblings
I have very strong convictions about not having strong convictions.
Also, I like irony.
When I close my eyes and imagine how I want the world to be, I tend to imagine a lot of screaming.
Sometimes I worry that I might never be fully understood by anyone else. The rest of the time, I'm kind of relieved that I don't have to explain all the crazy shit inside my head.
Is everybody else as fundamentally freaky inside their own skulls? To what degree is every human pretending not to have insane thoughts running rampant through their heads, and ignoring crazy feelings dancing around and around and around? And is it a matter of denial for those who think that they're not mostly-chaotic maniacs deep down inside?
I wonder if Harvey Scott tended to point dramatically in directions that he wasn't looking - like his statue on top of Mount Tabor. Perhaps I'll have to find some random circumstances in which to try just such a posture myself, just to try it out. It may require some practicing in front of the mirror first.
My muse is such an annoying late-night entity. I can feel it just starting to stir, now that I really should make myself go to bed. It's still at the groaning and complaining stage, and it is clutching blankets to itself inside its sanctum. If I forced myself to stay up for a few more hours, I'm sure that I'd find all sorts of fantastically flowing narrative to heap upon one of my ongoing stories. But I have to make my other half of the brain grind through logic-type grunting tomorrow, and it will need rest first. Dammit.
Sorry everybody. I suck.