Our society spends a lot of time in a culture where we speak to each other silently. The difference between verbal and nonverbal communication has long been researched, but many studies still focus on face-to-face conversation. In the silent communication of IM, email, and texting, nonverbal cues are simply not present.
From a perspective of self-preservation, all actions are justifiable. All actions can contain peace.
If a situation arises in which I feel disloyalty and disrespect, I have no issues enacting whatever consequences necessary in order to free myself of the offense.
The rhythm of my body has become unpredictable. Weeks of no rest, sparse food, sparse sleep, and transitory places have left me in shambles. The dreams I do have feel as if I’m awake, and in those dreams I’m still learning lessons. My mind has no way to relax.
It’s less about changing fate these days, if fate exists
It’s simply about being who I am
During a gchat conversation with my lovely boyfriend, I stumbled upon this point. I wanted to share it because I think it’s quite nice.
Part book review, part earnest love letter, this piece of writing is very close to my heart. I often find myself wistfully inspired when I’m traveling. I had the great pleasure of reading Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro (rented from Austin Public Library!) in one sitting on the plane. Originally composed as a text I couldn’t send, this love letter 2.0 will hopefully strike a chord regardless of your romantic affiliation. Enjoy!
I find that one complaint always seems to wash up to my shore, like scraps of a boat once sank and churned toward through angry storms.
“You think too much.”
Ipropose that commercialism is a gift. While I may be a madman, to admit the current state of my psyche only furthers the strength of my argument. If I weren’t so crazy, I may not see the blessing of the distraction in front of my eyes.