Thursday, April 15, 2004
Random Muses
There are do-ers, and there are thinkers....
she looks at them both.
"You are the Do-er" she intones strongly, knighting him for life with the conviction of her words.
Turning to Him.
"And You, the Dreamer" she breathes, smiling gently, condemning him to a lifetime of weary lassitude. Or so it feels.
Bugger. And I thought I was the Do-er. harrumph.
*****
Then there are Do-ers, and Watchers.
But even between Watchers, there are those who watch the world around them, and those who constantly watch only themselves.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
*****
He faces down the shorter, more effervescent boy.
"You, are a nonconformist. But you are predictable in your noncomformism. You are a bohemian."
He turns to the taller and more reserved of the two. "You, too are a nonconformist. But you do not care what people think about you.
You are dangerous."
Oh. Just great. I'm a sociopath. Yay me.
*****
Who is to say that one is better than the other?
Wherefore are we called to so - decisively - judge others? Why do we all have this innate yearning to weigh the measures of other's worths against our own yardsticks.
Only out of wisdom do we learn to hold our judgements in check.
Even if they're dead-on accurate.
Knowledgeably (- or out of ignorance?), I have chosen to tread these paths. That is all I know. And all I need.
*****
Violated
Trawling through my computer, I find pieces that do not belong to me. (It happens when you have a 120 GB hard disk and a computer based largely in the now-ex's house, while you slog hard hundreds of miles away.)
Some I know to be her sister's. Online casinos.
How is it, I wonder, that her computer was sacrosanct, and not for the likes of me; but mine (faster, more powerful, capable of much greater graphic detail) was, apparently fair game? Why was I not consulted? Her screen-name pops up everywhere like a bad taste that will not go away.
Double standards?
Some of the footprints I know to be hers. Evidence of use of the driving games - I - installed for her.
How strangely clear it all is in retrospect.
Their games, driving and betting - insubstantial and unfulfilling to me. Mine (RPG / RTS) too boring and geeky to them.
Different OS.
*****
Warzone
Don't make me go out there. Don't make me go back into the breach. It's madness out there. Pain, anger. Suffering. Fear.
I don't wanna go back to work.
sigh.
There are do-ers, and there are thinkers....
she looks at them both.
"You are the Do-er" she intones strongly, knighting him for life with the conviction of her words.
Turning to Him.
"And You, the Dreamer" she breathes, smiling gently, condemning him to a lifetime of weary lassitude. Or so it feels.
Bugger. And I thought I was the Do-er. harrumph.
*****
Then there are Do-ers, and Watchers.
But even between Watchers, there are those who watch the world around them, and those who constantly watch only themselves.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
*****
He faces down the shorter, more effervescent boy.
"You, are a nonconformist. But you are predictable in your noncomformism. You are a bohemian."
He turns to the taller and more reserved of the two. "You, too are a nonconformist. But you do not care what people think about you.
You are dangerous."
Oh. Just great. I'm a sociopath. Yay me.
*****
Who is to say that one is better than the other?
Wherefore are we called to so - decisively - judge others? Why do we all have this innate yearning to weigh the measures of other's worths against our own yardsticks.
Only out of wisdom do we learn to hold our judgements in check.
Even if they're dead-on accurate.
Knowledgeably (- or out of ignorance?), I have chosen to tread these paths. That is all I know. And all I need.
*****
Violated
Trawling through my computer, I find pieces that do not belong to me. (It happens when you have a 120 GB hard disk and a computer based largely in the now-ex's house, while you slog hard hundreds of miles away.)
Some I know to be her sister's. Online casinos.
How is it, I wonder, that her computer was sacrosanct, and not for the likes of me; but mine (faster, more powerful, capable of much greater graphic detail) was, apparently fair game? Why was I not consulted? Her screen-name pops up everywhere like a bad taste that will not go away.
Double standards?
Some of the footprints I know to be hers. Evidence of use of the driving games - I - installed for her.
How strangely clear it all is in retrospect.
Their games, driving and betting - insubstantial and unfulfilling to me. Mine (RPG / RTS) too boring and geeky to them.
Different OS.
*****
Warzone
Don't make me go out there. Don't make me go back into the breach. It's madness out there. Pain, anger. Suffering. Fear.
I don't wanna go back to work.
sigh.
