3.15.2004
Lying liars and me
I didn't go to Nara. I went to Osaka and a friend and I went to LOTR ROTK. Actually before that we wandered around Namba and I felt better. After all, I am the Osakatomebaby. I love Nara, but as LOTR observed, you can't go back. I know.
Nara will always be there. Now it's time to be in Osaka, and I like Osaka. I like the people and the little nooks and crannies I know. And I like getting lost, or trying to.
Yeah, LOTR was good. But you already know that.
More than anything I think what put me back on my feet was just the long sober human contact. Seems like a long time since I sat and had a cup of coffee with someone and just chatted without having to be somewhere. Is it possible to live a lazy life with friends? Now that would be a nice place to be. Just to chill with a friend...sounds like I need to slow down.
I have a lot of rules in my quest to imitate an obsessive compulsive. I figure I'm so far from that, I should just overshoot and maybe I'll be a little more A-type. I have, at this time, about three meaningless habits and self-imposed idiosyncracies I enjoy, plus a few simple neurotic rules. One of which I guess I haven't followed through successfully of late:
When I'm tired I have to act energetic, like run up the stairs at the station two at a time, stuff like that.
When I'm in a hurry I have to meander. I'm not allowed to rush. It sneaks up on you and before you know it you're zipping through the crowd on your day off to meet a friend you're not late for yet anyway. Knowing you're not allowed to rush means you have to be on time.
That one's tougher. What I ought to do is get up at 7:00 and run. It's too nice out not to and when I do that, the rest of the day is a peice of cake. Well shoot, I'm all talk, so I'm off to set the alarm and go to bed.
Nara will always be there. Now it's time to be in Osaka, and I like Osaka. I like the people and the little nooks and crannies I know. And I like getting lost, or trying to.
Yeah, LOTR was good. But you already know that.
More than anything I think what put me back on my feet was just the long sober human contact. Seems like a long time since I sat and had a cup of coffee with someone and just chatted without having to be somewhere. Is it possible to live a lazy life with friends? Now that would be a nice place to be. Just to chill with a friend...sounds like I need to slow down.
I have a lot of rules in my quest to imitate an obsessive compulsive. I figure I'm so far from that, I should just overshoot and maybe I'll be a little more A-type. I have, at this time, about three meaningless habits and self-imposed idiosyncracies I enjoy, plus a few simple neurotic rules. One of which I guess I haven't followed through successfully of late:
When I'm tired I have to act energetic, like run up the stairs at the station two at a time, stuff like that.
When I'm in a hurry I have to meander. I'm not allowed to rush. It sneaks up on you and before you know it you're zipping through the crowd on your day off to meet a friend you're not late for yet anyway. Knowing you're not allowed to rush means you have to be on time.
That one's tougher. What I ought to do is get up at 7:00 and run. It's too nice out not to and when I do that, the rest of the day is a peice of cake. Well shoot, I'm all talk, so I'm off to set the alarm and go to bed.
