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Tuesday, May 06, 2008

you know how there's a line between like and dislike, like how some people like to eat rice and others hate vegetables. but to me, most of my feelings fall in the grey area. the gray area which i would call 'different'. no like or dislike, just different.

like how i neither like nor dislike to be alone. study alone, eat alone, catch a movie alone, go cycling alone, swim alone, dance alone and stuff like that. doing these things just feel different. i wouldnt mind doing them with someone or alone, but i always go by this rule of thumb, 'its about the players, not the game.' I love doing some things with some people, other times, looking at the people that i am doing stuff with, i rather be doing it alone.

and the biggest benefit to classifying feeling as different and not as like or dislike is that, i can just switch my mind off and be indifferent about everything.

yesterday was such a torturous day, and you didnt even know that you were torturing me, damnit.

gilbert at 7:18 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}