Acquisition Without the Burden of Possession.
Facebook is incredibly dangerous.
I’m just browsing my news feed when I see things about people I haven’t seen in years- so I click. And nothing there is really shocking, all same old same old, until you see some random comment about something. And then, all of a sudden, you’re listening to a song that’s written about you. And you’re not sure it’s good.
Damn.
Like a breathing tube being pulled out, a mess of words I’d love to say come spilling out- although none of it comprehendable, or even vocal. Just mental verbiage I’m going through.
I’m not perfect, by any means, and I don’t think that saying anything about my past or past actions will have any affect- nor should they. Everyone is different now. But it’s just interesting to hear words or see a picture, and be transported back to some other time- It always happens when you think of “better” times. Truth be told, there are no better times. Just different times. I’ve learned a lot since the proverbial “then.” Whenever the hell that is. I don’t want to go back, and while these brief excursions into what could have been are fun and all, I get much more excited about what I’ll become, who I’ll meet, and where I’ll end up.
I was reading Choke the other day, and chuck describes sex as acquisition without the burden of possession. No matter how many women you take home, you never run out of room for them. This isn’t exactly a serious comment, but I digress. It’s a good reminder of the freedom that we all have to do whatever we want- good or bad. I was mad at someone recently for some random things- and I should have thought about it a bit more before I said certain things. I don’t regret saying them, they were true and emotional. But sometimes I need to tell myself that not everyone is like me- some people are afraid of things, other’s are foolish in the face of certain danger. And I’m still trying to figure out which one I am.