Where did I put the antiseptic

Last night I finally started reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. One of those books probably everyone here already read in college, but still, it's good to have someone read a good book later on, because then everyone else can be reminded of how good it was and reapply or rethink its principles to their new 2008 lives. I like how the author talks about digging deeper rather than wider. I travel all over the world looking for... something, so I'm probably one of the widest diggers out there. Most of my friends enjoy high-adventure lifestyles, jobs, travel, drugs, so they can understand where I'm coming from.

The thing that strikes me the most about this book is how gentle it is. Slowly easing in. Also, it makes me want to ride a motorcycle, one of those things I find exciting but also too dangerous and impractical so I always write it off. I write off a lot of things, but that doesn't make me a bad person, it's just how I cope with a world that has too much information. I can't take the whole list at once. And I can only worry about one charity at a time. Some people are better at doing more, but I am better at doing less. You could say I'm cold and uncaring, but you could also say I am essential. :)

I find it funny that back in the day I was considered a cold person, because now all I ever talk about are feelings! Also, I am very good at crying, so if anyone wants to have a good cry this weekend at the party I'll encourage you and be right there with you. We can cry until we crave pickles and anchovies. You will never feel better. Your body is your first aid kit.