my favorite photo of the day (aunt amy and uncle dave in the fore, uncle steve and me in the background)
e'erbody (uncle steve, granddad, aunt rona, ann, aly, kate, korey, grandma, aunt amy, mom, me with sarah, and marissa in front)
a few of the girlies.
I.
this is the third time i have begun a post in the past few days. maybe i will finish this one. maybe not. going to sleep now just means i'll have to write my chekhov paper (i've got 2 pages already... meh...) tomorrow night. i can do it. i've been troubled lately, but it's much better. "coming to terms with things" is funny because it can happen when you least expect it; then there are always strange ennui and serendipity and coincidence and chance and happenstance that muck everything about. my aunt said the other day, "it's all incredibly fast after 20," and i'll admit i'm a little nervous. so let's live and love, okay? thanksgiving break was brief but full of tiny revelations, and i was in the jungle christmas parade at disney's animal kingdom.
( II = mostly useless )
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III.
it turns out i was wrong altogether about social interaction. i've been wrong about a whole shit-ton of things lately, one of the most prominent being that spending time with other people is exhausting, when in fact it is uplifting and invigorating. go figure. it's interesting to see the difference between people who love themselves and can't get enough -vs- self-loathers. we're a sad bunch, but infinitely more interesting, i think *ie woody allen, conan o'brien, jon stewart...just like me to list comedians, eh? some people may see self-deprecation as egoism, but if you're one of the people who get caught in a tangent and wrapped around and around in the ball of yarn of it you know how we are - we want to learn to love ourselves, and working with other people to do so is enriching all of us. even if we still hate ourselves we can love each other. down with autonomy and self-sustaining anything! we may be doing a terrible job as a world, but person-to-person we can make little crystals of beauty. it's all about the lattice. i'll shut up now and go to sleep, i think.