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I'll never be Conor Oberst, and that's okay. I have too much to live for and I don't have a capo or an opinion nearly as important. I've never had an issue with alcohol and I don't know what Nebraska's like at all.

I hear there are still some survivors boarded up in the mall but I don't know what Nebraska's like at all, so I'm not going there.

I completely forgot I wrote these FB notes over a year ago. I like them and it's odd for me to reread something old of mine and still like it. I'm fighting the urge to edit the bejesus out of them (if I could just nip a little here, definitely a tuck there-no!), I'm posting the original form. For better of for worse.

Note to self: Woe is me??



All life boils down to are the choices we've made along the way. We both lament and cherish them as we reminisce, withering away on our deathbeds. We hope for things that never come and seek out more than we can grasp but even if it is simply to allow life to hit you head on and slowly eke away the footing you've made, we all make choices as to how to live day to day, moment by moment. There is nothing in this preter-tangible, utterly malleable universe of ours that cannot be altered to our whim by the mere force of a decision. Even if the choice is in our head, what does that matter? The world as we see it is different and we made it that way. We are gods in that manner and the most original, gifted, brilliant, useful people, people capable of change beyond their own noses are blissfully wallowing away their existence amongst the murky waters of misery. Misery is a choice. Being balanced doesn't ''dull'' you, you aren't missing something if you aren't curled tightly around sorrow. It is believed that in order to let go of misery you are at risk of losing something greater, something you can never get back, everything you are, everything you see, everything. So, people pine away their life, proud even of their misery, like it is a badge earned and polished until it glows, a race to be run, whoever is the most miserable wins!! Being miserable feels good, it's an addiction. One that people are petrified or too jaded to break. It is disgusting. Misery is the easy way out. Nothing more. Nevermore.

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Personality vs Self: The Eternal Battle



The surface as course runs thin; without the ever churning magma of SELF upthrusting and overturning virgin masses of psyche life ceases. The purely reactive nature of PERSONALITY overtakes the unassuming soul, since quieted now silenced.



It is not an equal balance but a weighted scale and without the added heft of realization and genuine effort/self propulsion PERSONALITY hurtles to the bottom flinging SELF completely from it's cradle into the cosmos and ultimately, oblivion.



It is not a symbiotic relationship but a tentative dance between the untouched maiden and predator. Without the other the dance ceases and both will fall. SELF keeps PERSONALITY on it's indefatigable feet and focused by sidling gracefully way at the last possible moment as fangs glance mere millimeters from milky skin and PERSONALITY'S veracious appetite imbues SELF with the vivacity that only self preservation can engender.



Moral of the story, keep the music bright boys and invest in some real soul-food!

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dabbler
06:57 Oct 05 2010

Wait, you wrote this as a teen?

Without using the phrase, "People don't understand me?"



There is hope for generations to come, the torch will.. has been passed.

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Angelus
14:02 Oct 06 2010

.. you're a genuine creative.



It's one reason I'm trying to do summat to please. Hopefully it'll get done, before I'm 51!?!

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