I'm so conflicted lately. I hate being conflicted, and it seems like it's all I ever am. I don't know how to make all the different parts of me make sense. I don't know what to do
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The thing about doing things. Meh. I don't know about you, but there are a lot of things I really like (you probably do too, I guess). I like comics, I like stories, I like art, I like photographs, I like music, I like movies, I like television shows (quite a bit, god dammit), and I like tasty food. I like them so much, I want them, I consume them, they have a kind of magic for me
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I think that's actually one of the few good things that might come from this whole daily-postage stuff; sooner or later I'm going to get so bloody sick (we all are, probably) of rambling about meaningless crap that we'll be forced to make something that doesn't bore us. I could be wrong, but if that starts happening, I am in total favor of weilding that power in all areas of artistic laziness. I guess we'll see. At this point I'd rather start writing my posts as musical plays than babble about what's on Mad TV any more.
Yeah...I realize I'm going to have to do things throughout my life that I wouldn't necessarily want to do if they weren't bringing about something that I did want. I guess the trick is to focus on why you're doing it, and not just do it because you have to. Because, I mean, I don't have to do anything. I don't have to get out of bed in the morning. I don't have to go to work. I don't have to post 300 words every day. But these are all things that will lead to things that will make me happy, and I have to remember that I'm choosing them and they're not being forced on me. Everything you do is a choice, and the sooner you realize that the better off you'll be. I just haven't quite gotten that through my head yet.
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