Ramblings on a Lost Art.

I am caught up in reflection today. For the past 22 years, my imagination has pushed and fought with the undefined and seemingly abstract limits placed on it by my social construct as well as the not so undefined and very real pressures placed on it by my skull. Watching a child today, somewhere in the range of infant to whatever comes right after infant, i could see the sheer awe in the babes eyes as it soaked in every detail of its surroundings. Such an art, the art letting yourself be carried away in emotion, to give no head to the boundaries put up by unseen and often not real forces, has all but evaporated from the vast majority of my peers as well as myself. I catch myself at times repressing my desire to just sit and stare at something that doesn't seem that out of the ordinary, yet when thought about, the considerable depth of creative power that would be required to bring to pass such a thing that is now labelled as 'ordinary' should very well be mind blowing.

I am setting a goal in my life to not let myself be restrained from appreciating even little things, especially in a social context, no matter how weirded out a person might be that i am so amazed as to their thought process or the particular word they chose to say. Ultimately no matter how ordinary sights, sounds, or smells may seem, another person is never ordinary, and the thought of this being so should immediately result in an ear flick or wrist slap (preferably with one of those wristbands that were popular back when i was in somewhere around 3rd grade, that when you slap them, they immediately curl up around your wrist). People are, crazy, weird, odd, strange, different... which makes them all have one thing in common. They are people, and people are fun.

So if you are talking to me and i am staring at you with a weird look on my face, its everything personal, i am simply in awe of gods creation. I will apologize in advance if necessary, but know this, the apology, no matter how eloquent it may seem, which probably isn't very, is also quite insincere. You're welcome.

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ps- i never know when to make new paragraphs... curse you English language being so hard to do right. Ugh. Also, i hope the beginning of my ramblings and the end are related somehow.

Ps ps- are ps' cool to use in blog posts? anyone?

Music that makes you want to punch things.

Standing amidst a crowd of no one i often am called up to reflect on what it is I am doing with my life. As I do this I will frequently find myself scrolling through my library of music, conveniently obtained at no charge to me thanks to Youtube. As I stroll through the pictures of album covers that will stare back at me from their video rectangle on my computer screen while the song they represent plays, I will undoubtedly find the songs that are terrible to listen to while pondering life. I like to call these songs, "weird, i suddenly want to punch you..." songs. I am actually listening to one right now. And whomever you might be, know this. I want to punch you. Probably not right there very instance, but, at some point in the not to distant past, while i was typing this, i had you on my mind, while listening to songs that make me want to punch things, so indirectly you can say i wanted to punch you. Often at by no offense of your own are these emotions conjured up within my now trembling bowels. Trembling with one desire, the desire to punch something. The good news is, the next song i play, will probably make me cry and want to hug you in apology for ever letting the thought of me punching you enter my mind...

As a final thought, to add to my previous discourse, which i realize now had no point, the song I was listening to that made me want to punch you was none of than.... 'Total Eclipse of the Heart.' Bonnie Tyler has an uncanny ability to make me want to unleash my 'rage' on a pack of children. Also, if you were wondering, my 'rage' is my bag of candies. I like giving children candies, it makes them like me.

I wonder if anyone will read this, and if they do, if they will wonder why they did...

Quest for the Holy Blog

Today starts the beginning of my epic journey to gain more followers than Sarah and Ahlin combined for my super blog. I call it super blog because it is more than a normal blog. Here at 'Not your fabrof blog... or is it!? no.' not only can you learn interesting facts about my super interesting life, but you can also have all of your dreams come true. End.

Dear Blog-Nation

TOday i come to you humbled before the awe of your Nationness of blogging. End. Come back tomorrow please. End.