Uncomfortably Slow, Newton Faulkner. This was the first song to really touch me in a time I was desensitised to emotion, and I found that the lyrics said exactly what I was feeling. So... yeah. Listen to it, it's one of my favourites to come back to when I'm feeling down.
It's on my bucket list, to become less selfish, and yesterday I had something of an epiphany - in essence, I'm too self-obsessed for my own good. Today, in effort to see where to begin, I made two lists:
Things that matter now:
- God
- surviving
- schoolwork
- the future/ambitions
- friends
- family
- being clever
- my cat
- liking myself
- reading
- writing
- my appearance
- what people think of me
- money
- music
- making myself happy
- making others happy
- "him/her"
- documenting life.
[I'd like to say now, they're not necessarily in order of priority, I just wrote them down as they came to me.]
Things that ultimately matter:
- God
- family
- friends
- love
- being content
- documenting life
- loving thy neighbour
That really is all that matters. I'm such a rubbish human -.-
Big, dramatic sigh. On the other hand, I emailed the editor of my village newsletter along with a couple of things I wrote and I've been offered a regular column, which is great. Not hugely impressive, I know, but everyone's got to start somewhere.
Quote of the Day: In the computer section of the library at lunch; Miriam's sitting on George's lap; Sam is hug raping me.
Librarian: Cut that out, you ought to be setting a good example to the younger ones.
George: Shoving Miriam off his lap It's okay, we're not... We're not-
Librarian: Only one person to a computer, you know the rules.
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