Sunday, January 21, 2007

We had flag day yesterday, which I - in all my excitement about the Liverpool game - forgot to blog about. Anyway, it has restored my faith in humanity. I managed to sell all the flags and half-filled the tin. Most people tend to remember all the horrible passers-by who don't donate, but I think the good people cancel them out! It's exhausting though, having to say the same lines over and over again and for all the money collected, and for every person who donates, there are 10 other people who don't donate. If you think about it seriously, it's kind of surreal, asking people for money. Well, in retrospect anyway, because it seemed perfectly normal to me yesterday.

There are so many things that are just waiting in my chest to pounce out and frighten and shock the hell out of everyone, and let them label me a liar, hypocrite, bastard. Great, I'm all of those and I'll not-so-gladly admit it. I always say I've got nothing to hide, that I haven't really done anything that makes me afraid to face everyone else. In all honesty, I suppose I've got everything to hide. I don't know how people can be so honest when they blog, or whenever they're writing whatever they're writing, or talking to people. I wish I had that, but everything I want to say is concealed under all that symbolism of what I do, and it hurts like a pus-filled sore. ):

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

- she said, no no.
by @ 9:25 AM