"strange people"

kids are the most wonderful strange adorable happenings of the world. there's something magnetic about a baby--you just sit there and watch them do (or try to do for that matter) everything you yourself do--only on a tinier scale. you see them grow--the same head on the everchanging body--and everything is such a quest. their stare is just hypnotising. they're like cats a bit, you forget yourself entirely and focus on their little moving bodies.

a friend of mine once said to me that you can't find a whole lot to talk about when you stay at home. i think you need to strike a proper balance--i'm still a bit tired of last week (and the week before that for that matter#2) but i had a half day off today, and i twisted plans properly so that i had the whole day off tomorrow. then monday i have a little something going on--including the return of a dear dear friend of mine who had been stuck in the cold streets of germany--and on tuesday another dear soul i hope to see--one who returned recently from france. these things go a little bitterly at times (all the stories you hear make you wanna just take off) but mostly they are wonderful--there's nothing like getting back together with familiar souls who had been on unfamiliar voyages. they always have something to contribute to your own stories, something to add. i like listening to stories. i like telling them more, but to tell the proper ones, you need to make sure you listen to others as much as you can.

then i've been lost in my remaining thoughts all day. the way feelings change, it's a funny thing. between friends, between lovers, between everyone. lives clash continuingly. i just love that freshness of a newly found love (towards anyone, friends, family, foes). that freshness of which you don't expect, but you cherish anything that comes because you don't expect. afterwards you always expect, or worse very clearly not expect.

my childhood friend (who had been there for all these years in which i skipped from one dream to the other)read a few of my stories lately. she told me that i had this tendency to put something at the end that proves it's the end. you know, she said, you already understand, but i put this fancy little saying at the end to do the proper thing. i kinda smiled, my rituals and my constant desire to make everything grand--my conclusions has to be drastic as the wonderful zimerman says, my love has to be overlydone and my riots need to be precise.

i really don't have a whole lot to say but i feel like talking tonight. but i think i talked enough. enjoy: