there is a lot that i believe in. but there is also a lot i dont believe in. so i guess i will start with the latter. i dont believe that middle school/highschool guys know how to love or what it means to say, " i love you" i dont think the school year is a time for living. in fact i think it is time for partial death. more like hibernation i guess. you hide the real you and shove in a deep dark hole in your mind with all sorts of awful memories. and then that inevitable hole in your personality is filled with the need to succeed, not for yourself, but instead for those around you. loading yourself up with pressures to occupy yourself from missing your better half. then you keep your happy summer memories close enough to be accessed if absoloutly needed but far enough from letting yourself go too far into un-you-ness. i believe that summer has given me the blessing of camp. and camp, has provided me with a sort of time travel. back to somewhere around 1950 with no internet, no phones, no external contact with the exception of snail mail. i never really understood the joy of recieving a letter addressed to you and openning it up plus reading handwritten text. not to mention how many hours of long Tom talks have enriched my life. i believe in life you have to wake up and die right. i also believe cleaning tack is one of the most theraputic thing (plus it makes your hands SUPER soft) only second to riding horses. Finally, I believe Doyle is my horse soulmate (more know). and all that isnt even scratching the surface of what i believe. just a little taste.
stay golden ponyboy,
emi glo
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hi.... (awkward intro= done) i am often times referred to as a weasel.... and according to wikipedia... weasels are solitary creatures with not many friends, so if you would like to prove wikipedia wrong or make me at least think i have friends....comment below
yep... i think thats pretty much it!