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It’s hard enough to find a soul mate–if such a thing even exists–but when you isolate yourself (much as I have) it’s near impossible. Hell, I’d be happy to find someone with which I can be myself. (Heh, when are we ever not ourselves?)

Much of life has an artificial “experience required” requirement. The trick is to have enough experience to fake it.

A friend of mine is worried because she has not yet found her “scene”. The secret is to not have one particular scene but to be comfortable enough with yourself to enjoy all “scenes”.

BTW Wolfa, I still have the cap to your chapstick in my car…

Like others around here, once again I have been lax in my posting and emailing back. It’s a good thing true friendship is like an outdoor cat–it just takes care of itself.

I’ve been caught up in a barrage of non-events and boredom. Once again, purchasing recorded music has become my pastime. Recent acquisitions on vinyl include artists like: The Kinks, The Hollies, War, and Johnny Horton. But my current favorite is a CD entitled Alison Krauss + Union Station Live. I’m not a fan of “country” music, but I just fell in love with the voice of Alison Krauss.

There are a ton of things I should do with my summer, but I haven’t committed to anything as of yet. Things which I want to do include: finally get into shape, learn to play an instrument, record the songs I’ve written, redesign my website, rip all my CDs to MP3s, get a second job to save up money to start a private investigating company; things which I should do include: get the nest of receipts and bank statements into some state of order, create a budget so I can save up money to start a private investigating company, create some sort of plan for my life that is more forward looking than just the next four weeks.

The rain we’ve been getting has been nice–it’s kept me from having to wash my car.

And now lyrics by Rilo Kiley:

Rest of My Life
There are worse ways for a guy to spend his time
than to sit and think of you.
I think I’d marry you.
Just your smile
leaves me satisfied.
Though you’re not mine.
So for the rest of my life
I’m gonna search for someone just like you.
And we tend the garden all day long
watching history unfold;
and I’d be enough
and you’d be enough
and we’d grow old.
So for the rest of my life
I’m gonna search for someone just like you.

I am not as unhappy as that last post may have indicated. To the contrary, I am feeling much better than I have in a long time. Perhaps this is due to the new pill I have been taking once a day to make my brain behave…

In other news, a lot of my relationships are in a state of transition. From what to what, I don’t know. All I know is that things are changing and I am unsure whether this is good or bad. I know things cannot stay the same forever (nor should they), because if things don’t change we cannot learn or grow.

BTW, I would like to thank Wolfa for the mix CD she made me. I know it’s tough right now, but just know if you ever need anything I’ll be here. And When you are feeling down just think of all the fun we’re going to have in Vegas!

For the rest of you reading this, you too can be my friend if you send me a mix CD… but only if the music is good.

Humans, always trying to instill order where there is none, like to measure time in regular intervals. Though it makes sense that we should keep track how long each of us has been on this planet, it makes no sense to me how much attention is given to this number. Not all 16 year-olds are responsible enough to let them have sole control of a 2000 pound propelled object and not all 21 year-olds are responsible enough to have open access to alcohol. Conversely, there are some 15 year-olds that would be more than competent behind the wheel of a car and there are some 18 year-olds that would be okay if they had open access to fine wines.

Our society puts arbitrary age thresholds for the sake of “order”. At 17/18 you should graduate high school, at 21/22 you should graduate college, at 25/26 you should be starting your career and looking to settle down, at 30 your life should be pretty much in order so that you can spend the next 30 years saving for your retirement. Not everyone follows this path, and some don’t even want to.

I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t–namely, a cookie-cutter life. So why do I feel so much like a failure because my life is “off track”?

And yes, according to the calendar, as of yesterday I am another year older.