Nevermind That
May. 17th, 2010 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorTrain got cancelled due to a spill on the tracks currently being cleaned up by HazMat. Delayed 4 hours, too late to take a train. So I'm getting driven.
I'm not going to complain about it.
I actually don't mind I had a bit more time than was expected here.
Went down to see a few more people before I leave...drank a glass of wine...enjoyed the company to a degree although as always some uncomfortable moments with these few.
I give it up, really. As I was finally leaving she kinda just held stare with my eyes for a little while. Think maybe she wanted to say something but couldn't. Ah yeah, you didn't want me...you made your decision. Or maybe I'm reading into this too much. I was stone sober, though...can't say my perception was fogged beyond what it might be when I am in such a state regularly.
I had a pretty intense thought today, though.
How about explaining my situation up until this point, but then throw an absolute smack in the face at the reader? How about twist a literary knife so quickly that they feel themselves about to vomit...have their world turned upside, their perception of the character, and of reality?
I think it would be about the only way to simulate just how fucking ridiculous my life is in some ways. Just how I've felt at times. I could never explain those feelings directly...there aren't words to evoke those feelings in someone so easily. I think I could do it in a few hundred pages though. I think I could really blow some minds.
I'm not going to complain about it.
I actually don't mind I had a bit more time than was expected here.
Went down to see a few more people before I leave...drank a glass of wine...enjoyed the company to a degree although as always some uncomfortable moments with these few.
I give it up, really. As I was finally leaving she kinda just held stare with my eyes for a little while. Think maybe she wanted to say something but couldn't. Ah yeah, you didn't want me...you made your decision. Or maybe I'm reading into this too much. I was stone sober, though...can't say my perception was fogged beyond what it might be when I am in such a state regularly.
I had a pretty intense thought today, though.
How about explaining my situation up until this point, but then throw an absolute smack in the face at the reader? How about twist a literary knife so quickly that they feel themselves about to vomit...have their world turned upside, their perception of the character, and of reality?
I think it would be about the only way to simulate just how fucking ridiculous my life is in some ways. Just how I've felt at times. I could never explain those feelings directly...there aren't words to evoke those feelings in someone so easily. I think I could do it in a few hundred pages though. I think I could really blow some minds.
