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Sheer Substance: I want to live in a loft
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I want to live in a loft. It's a two way street. I often consult her in regards to my relationship with others. Most of the time I'm just telling my life story while she sits in front of Facebook, occasionally nodding. Sometimes she asks me questions that encourage me to say more. I play along, because I know that's what she's trying to do. If she's in a good mood she'll prescribe a generous dose of tequila. In a sense, I strive for her validation of what seems to be my most intimate yet tortuous thoughts.
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Sheer Substance: Refocus
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I fall in love too easily. I fall in love a hundred times a day. With the colour of her hair, or the perfume on his shirt, to the shade on her nails and the pattern on his tie. It could be the tune that you hum, the leather of your bag, the spring in your step, even that chip in your teeth you so bashfully hide. But what I love most is the the way someone talks. I can recall every conversation, remember the direction of your gaze, your tone, pace, pitch. That crooked smile when you speak of your friends.
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Sheer Substance: Missed Connections
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Why do we form relationships? Why do we make friends? Why do we get boyfriends? Why do we become wives? Maybe it is because we need company. No one likes to be lonely. Perhaps we long to be accepted. We need someone to understand us. To talk to us about our likes and interests. Or it could be that we choose people to reflect aspects of ourselves. To display the good (and sometimes bad) dispositions that constitutes us. What is the point of setting goals and attempting to reach them? What do you think?
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Sheer Substance: Nonsuperfluous
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8216;The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible. Ideas, concepts, beliefs and fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.’. This blog is an extension of the type of person I am, who I want to be, and what I want other people to see. I admit I that may not always be sure of what those things are. But then again, do you?
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Sheer Substance: Opportunity Cost
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What is opportunity cost? 8220; The cost of an alternative that must be forgone in order to pursue a certain action.”. More simply, the benefits you could have received by taking an alternative action. In relation to my last post on reducin. G my life to the bare minimum, this came to mind - When you let go of who you are, you become what you might be. I thought to myself, what will I do if i wake up tomorrow morning with nothing? As if I had packed away all my belongings, and let someone set it on fire.
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Sheer Substance: Turning Point
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I am a simple person. I desire little, expect little, demand little. It doesn't take much to sustain my satisfaction; I am considerably happy most of the time. But to truly overwhelm me, requires a just a fraction more. Today I celebrate my vicennial. Leading up to this day I have been asked on numerous occasions - how do you feel about that? I didn't really know how to answer. Age is just a number to me. I don't experience any corporeal changes. I would say though, s. Tied up in the daily grind. I've be...
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Sheer Substance: September 2011
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Why do we form relationships? Why do we make friends? Why do we get boyfriends? Why do we become wives? Maybe it is because we need company. No one likes to be lonely. Perhaps we long to be accepted. We need someone to understand us. To talk to us about our likes and interests. Or it could be that we choose people to reflect aspects of ourselves. To display the good (and sometimes bad) dispositions that constitutes us. What is the point of setting goals and attempting to reach them? What do you think?
