We do not need to proselytise either by our speech or by our writing. We can only do so really with our lives. Let our lives be open books for all to study. -gandhi
i was watching gandhi tonight and i cried too many times. maybe in the first 10 mins. for some reason i am oversensitive by myself but around others i am like become harden like my moms taught me how to. it feels good to cry sometimes; i need that little remainer that i am not beyond being human just yet. there were moments when i thought to myself, what is wrong with this picture. me sitting here, alone in this city, on that sinful holiday of fanstatic captialistic returns? i could be with people that know my name but i choose the act of war against this concept. i think watching gandhi really helped me over the initial confusion of the choice but it’s readily quite apparent that i have no need to be concern for my pity desires. that is the beauty of this man. truly inspirational because he showed that we’re all capable of these acts. the humility is so beautiful. yes, if i can be a 1/8 of a man, i would have accomplish something in this lifetime. that is my hope anyway but maybe i am aiming too low.
so it wasn’t such a terrible way to start the evening but geeks and scot comes out to play after midnight and the day has just begun. first, we must look at some inspiritional material to determine that it is necessary to act. only with approriate material could we rejoice in our foolish demeanor. no respectable soul would allow such foreplay this early the relationship but we are super sub humans tonight. it helps to have a partner in crime as we scheme our evil ways and teenage tactics. it’s quite pathetic but we have to be ultra pathethic because why even be medicore pathetic. only in the lowest form in the patheticness will they understand the humor in it all. the exercise was fun for a little bit but i grow tired of my weakness.