RELdom

In denying the importance of every day life, we deprive ourselves as part of our lives, or we use one piece of the past or present to screen out another to make what is unlived bearable. Only a liar could suffer my kind of amnesia, for amnesia is the silence of the unconscious. In lying habitually, one loses contact with a 'soul' or rather self-truths spoken from the unconscious. This is why I can look in the mirror every morning and still feel as if I haven't seen myself in years. It is in no way different from living off of dramamine to induce sleep, with the promise of no dreams. The farther away I am, the less truth there is to tell, and

until the Olympics comes around. And then a thirteen year old who can do three more flips in the air, than the zero you can do is a loser. I hate the Olympics. I don't understand how this kind of standard of life could be glorified. I don't understand why it needs this many days of coverage. I don't understand how a medal could mean anything. Of course, I'm no athlete. Although, every once in awhie I make a trip to the fridge. It could be worse. At least it's not the Super Bowl.

I cannot fathom why anyone would waste their days, waiting around to feel significant. It is so obvious that none of us are so. The only good fight to fight is to decide whether to fight at all. Can you live this life knowing it is passing weather condition, or a single historical moment buried beneath the one-hundred years? You will never make the paper, or a trip around the world. You will miss almost everything while you are here, and it would be generous to say almost no one will miss you when you have gone. ...on a side note.. I will be leaving for Europe in a few days. My travels include (but are as far as I'm concerned, not limited