For a reason unknown to me, lately I have found myself avoiding the upkeep of an online journal. Perhaps it is only that the switch to a new site, akin to a new journal, is scary and exciting all at once. I have an odd fear that I might write something so terrible that I would ruin the rest of my journaling experience.
Sometimes I question what is worth writing anymore. It feels like I have wrote everything beautiful out of my mind already and the point of searching for more magic in any of my words seems very dull. I must be having one of those writer's blocks, or at least I am expending all of my creativity writing letters instead of prose.
It is in these droughts that I quench my thirst in other's words.
It must be that everytime I run out of things to write, I read and stock up on more fabulous combinations and ideas. So then, all of you are my inspiration and muse.
In daily news... Today during a debate I discovered a new part of me, a slight passion that I did not know was there. Apparently I do not really enjoy the essence of capitalism and people who constantly boast its worth tend to annoy me. There are perks to it I am told, but why do we let ourselves be channelled into an economic system that is based on vice? We are selfish, but that does not make it okay to feed off of greed. I doubt that I am making any sense, because these are newly found annoyances and I am not very good at relaying thoughts in the first place. But if anyone is willing to explain to me why capitalism is okay, and declaring individualism while grouping together the issues of the "weaker and poorer" makes sense, then by all means, I really would love to try to understand this system. Seriously.
And now for the stupidest thing that one of my co-workers did today...
"I wonder what would happen if I wrapped this dough around my hand and deep fried it... I can call it 'handbun' haha...
*wraps dough into bun around fist... sticks into vat of boiling oil*
"Yeeeeah.... that definately hurts."
*removes hand, eats part of slightly fried dough and throws the rest at boss.*
Oh the never ending entertainment at my sucky low-end job.
What a beautiful mess.
Loves,
Krista.
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I love and miss you Krista. I'm praying for you. I sure hope to see you at camp this summer. It's been so long since I've seen you!
love
I just sent you an email. Then I checked my blog, and you had left alittle comment. On top of that, I found a whole new blog of yours. Crazy. Hopefully talk to you soon.
i think that person with the dough is cleverer than most. don't feel obliged to write... ever. if you're curious about it at all you can check out my post entitled "Ah-bluh-gay-shun", and i'm sure it'll help you out. but seriously, i think waiting is the best cure for writing.
ten points for capitalism
so guess what...im back. yay.i think you should take some time out of your day and call me cause we have so much to talk about. mexico broke my heart.
on a side note-that person who stuck their hand in the oil wins for whitney's favorite person of the day. maybe even week. i'll let you know about that one on saturday.
~Whitney
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