Anomalous Thoughts: Wasted Away....

Monday, January 11, 2010

Wasted Away....

.....quite literally this time. I was just..well..doing nothing, drooling over some Rob Pattz pics..when it stuck me..I am soo wasted..!! Really...!! Wasted like, simply a waste on earth right now (didnt get something more appropriate. Wont tag "lol" along, coz the last thing I would probably do right now is laugh. Honest.)

With no school (ehm...by school ofcourse I dont mean the academics. Everything but it. The bitches, morons, jerks, nincompoops..oh..and the cute guys, awesome friends) to keep me occupied, and let's face it, nothing to mug up, nothing to curse...it's like...life is BLANK. Zipped. Close. Over. Done.

All I do is go out, watch TV, Facebook, read (fiction obviously. Nothing of major importance), on the phone for hours...That's it, really. Is there nothing else to life..??

It's 12:31 AM right now, and I've been online for like 4 straight hours. My back aches, I feel bloody sleepy. Mom shouting in the background to turn the computer off....

I'll drift away for now. But...I really, REALLY, need to do something useful.

Good Night..!! :((

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I am Me. In the entire world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.