I don't know the other Hollay that you would be if you could be. And I hardly know this Hollay that you are because you are. And no, I don't have anything profound to say, but whoever's been writing this journal...
thank you seems reductive, but it's all I have right now, so thanks, Chen.
I hardly know you either, but from what I know, I hope you wake up to a room full of gardenia's and a warm body, in love every single God damned morning :)
As my old, tiny, Indian philosophy professoressa would say:
How can we desire to be someone else when we don't know who we are? When the "I" asks "who am I?", who is speaking?
What we wish is not to be someone else. But to be someone whole and knowable in its totality. But to know all of ourselves would be unnatural, and inhuman. And to desire NOT to know is equally inhuman. Both are tyrannies. Accept them.
Krishna didn't begin the Gita by teaching Arjuna facts. He began by trying to rouse Arjuna to action. Only when that failed did he fall back on knowledge.
Re: people say I'm cold hearted........until I speak of youfoleyolioMay 24 2005, 03:50:37 UTC
i did run to her and hug her.
i was going for a short visit to her night job and got there around 10:30. i was out until 4. it was a strange but marvellous night and i was touched by it all.
my brief little 'section' in the post once again pointed out to me how important this friendship is to me. hollay gets it. she gets why i do the things i do and doesn't judge but listens. and then eventually writes it on her LJ for the entire world to see. but, i shouldn't talk, i reviewed my vibrator -- so, now i'm guessing my life is fair game...
It's funny, I think we have the wierdest friendship I know. We've known each other for only 4-5years, seen each other, what? maybe 6-7 times, yet I consider you to be a good friend. Our meeting was a random chance, yet one I'm glad happened. If you break it right down, you could not find two completly different people, but that's what I love about you Holls. You are everything I would like to be, but glad I'm not, my own little in-flight movie, you make the trip a little more exciting.
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I like what she writes.
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I hardly know you either, but from what I know, I hope you wake up to a room full of gardenia's and a warm body, in love every single God damned morning :)
Peace from the east.
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How can we desire to be someone else when we don't know who we are? When the "I" asks "who am I?", who is speaking?
What we wish is not to be someone else. But to be someone whole and knowable in its totality. But to know all of ourselves would be unnatural, and inhuman. And to desire NOT to know is equally inhuman. Both are tyrannies. Accept them.
Krishna didn't begin the Gita by teaching Arjuna facts. He began by trying to rouse Arjuna to action. Only when that failed did he fall back on knowledge.
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You bring a flickering of light into a sometimes dark life.
I've been quoting Bukowski a lot lately. So I'll end this comment with one of his short poems.
"in the sun and in the rain
and in the day and in the night
pain is a flower
pain is flowers
blooming all the time."
Keeping writing, keep fucking, keep fighting, keep loving. Sometimes these small threads are the only things that allow us hold on to sanity.
Sometimes not even that.
I hope you feel better.
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i was going for a short visit to her night job and got there around 10:30. i was out until 4. it was a strange but marvellous night and i was touched by it all.
my brief little 'section' in the post once again pointed out to me how important this friendship is to me. hollay gets it. she gets why i do the things i do and doesn't judge but listens. and then eventually writes it on her LJ for the entire world to see. but, i shouldn't talk, i reviewed my vibrator -- so, now i'm guessing my life is fair game...
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I wasn't actually in a particular sad mood, I just have been going through a bad spell and felt the need to recount some of the reasons I keep trying.
It worked atleast.
And poor Erin: What an odd odd night...
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and yes, it was an odd odd odd night. jim was a riot. and so was dave. but i felt pretty strange. a little tired and out of place.
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