|
myOtaku.com
• Join Today!
My Pages
• Home
• Portfolio
• Guestbook
• Quiz Results
Contact Me
AIM
• OtakuMimmi
OtakuBoards
• Mimmi
Website
• Click Here
Vitals
Birthday
• 1981-08-24
Gender
•
Female
Member Since
• 2003-10-17
Occupation
• Grammar Apprentice
Real Name
• Mimmi
Personal
Achievements
• Digging ½ a Trench. Having SomeGuy over.
Anime Fan Since
• the mid 80's
Favorite Anime
• Naruto, RahXephon, Haibane Renmei, PMK, Ouran HSHC, Death Note, Bleach, Yakitate Japan
Goals
• Less angsting - more energy!
Hobbies
• Tinkering
Talents
• Being incredibly silly
|
|
|
Monday, October 27, 2003
It's a dull, dull day
I’ve decided to go with this color and and see if it works better for me than the chocolate. I don't feel particularly sweet enough.
Today has been dull so far. Cloudy and the stupid phone keep ringing and I have to phone people I don’t want to talk to etc.
Oooo, a helicopter flew by, my day is saved. Speaking of things that fly about in the air, there’s this airplane that goes over our town every single night at 10.30-11.00 and it’s so incredibly noisy. It’s an old Russian plane and the sound it makes sort of goes like a beam straight down to ground level, instead of disappearing horizontally along the plane itself and around it. I really don’t think I am getting across how annoyed it sometime makes me, so I’ll move along.
I’ve been thinking *silent applause to self*, you can have a massive vocabulary and still not understand what people are really saying. That concept is pretty funny but also sad. One would think that with great intelligence came great empathy or sympathy or what have you. But that’s often not the case, at least not in the circle of my family/relatives. Vocabulary is more of an instrument to aid the manipulative and backstabbing activities than supporting and guiding. It also covers up the lack of interest and inability to communicate with people who aren't holding their back and agreeing to everything they say.
I dare to say that I am not like that, nor do I intend to add it to my persona anytime soon. I honestly don’t know how I ended up being who I am, with that sort of heritage lurking about. It’s possible that my mum broke the chain of illness from her family when she left home and made a life of her own. And we really don’t have any contact with my dads family, which I am eternally grateful for. They’ve done nothing but harm and disallusioned me.
Maybe time has changed them, but I have no proof of that. Now that's been said, they are off my mind. Done.
”I only like darkness if it’s a shadow cast by the sun” - Mimmi
Another poem, another day.
- Mimmi
Comments
(0)
« Home |
|
