Reality? What exactly is reality? When everyone I know is surrounded in their own ominous thoughts. When they absorb themselves in books, in history. When I spend hours cooking for someone or sitting waiting for someone who’s in the other room playing video games and then rants to me, as though those people were real friends. Are they real friends? Are people you’ve never met or had a conversation about something other than how many kills or how many bosses, or how many trophies they won really your friends? Is watching movies about someone else’s life reality? Sitting in a cubicle retyping letters for someone to skim through and doing this constantly 60 hours a week? Is this the true reality? Getting high and drinking until you cannot finish a coherent sentence. Is that truly reality? How can you tell someone to quit “escaping reality” when that is their only reality? That the characters in the books and the avatars online aren’t real. Their fantasies and daydreams. I’ve had too much time to think. Thinking may as well be my reality. Playing with people must be my reality. Drawing, and reading.. Must be my reality. But why have a reality that does no justice to you? In the “real world” you need a job. You’re not going to obtain money playing Halo and Left4Dead all day. I’ve often thought that I was wasted talent. I do no justice to my “reality”. What am I but a consciousness, slowly moving from one thought to another? A thought who finds pleasure in seeing that she is the cause of someones happiness, or someones sadness? Maybe I should work in customer service :]. In an art gallery. Hmmm…. going back to my topic… I’ve learned you can’t judge someone for their own perception of truth and life. Of course, I had to, seeing as I constantly hear rants about someone’s RPG’s. I have spent much time reading countless amounts of fantasy, sci-fi, and horror books. Countless hours watching movies. This is all our reality, because it is part of us, and we are real. Yet what is that makes our interests into something that alarms others? I’m not going to go around wearing a cone on my head claiming I’m a fucking unicorn. Nor am I going to quote every line of Star Wars. Or speak in Olde English. Maybe it’s an obsession? Just as I know people to become strongly obsessed with one thing at a time. Do not make fun of them. They are just as “normal” as you and I. Their interests may conflict with yours but I’ve learned in many ways not to make fun of someone who speaks in Vulcan. :] My conscious thought is just about depleted at the moment because my sister just put on “Enchanted” and frankly, I like this movie. Listening to Craig Owens voice soothes me and I love what he writes about. :] Until my next blog, Lori out and over.
nigga you sound like me when Alex began talking to me again lol Reality how bout i SONICBOOM IT
