social rehabilitation

i guess you could say i have a specific way of dealing with things, which in frustrating circumstances i choose to supress it....even in terms of venting to others....and issues, like posted prior, all relates back to things at home...and while this not only hinders the ability to hold a serious train of thought with others there is also the side effect of holding all things back, inverted, inside and bottled up.  which is why....the end of paragraphs always relate to 'treadmills'...stationary running away...honestly it's more pathetic than poignant.  and when push comes to shove..."cheers"

it's always upliftingly funny to realize a "turn of the path" in your own life, even if it may be prematurely optimistic...but since this feeling hasn't come around in quite a while, i'll take it and run....

this is probably the reason i love murakami books and from the time i read, wind up bird chronicles has been at the top of my list...convoluted introspection....so if any of you know an empty well......i'll be right there....

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mum and dad are heading back to the states today....i'll miss them.

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"We live in an advanced capitalist society, after all.  Waste is the name of the game, its greatest virtue.  Politicians call it 'refinements in domestic consumption' I call it meaningless waste"

"Waste is the fuel of contradiction, and contradiction activates the economy, and an active economy creates more waste....."

economic allegory for life....hahaha...i use examples like this to talk to chomo and connors all the time....hahaha....it's the only way they'll understand.....though maybe murakami has a much deeper message than "let's drink tonight"

 

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