Sometimes, So Much

There's so much more to see
There's so much more to do
And here at my desk sits me
Doing a job that everyone wants to do

I see nothing I want to see
There's nothing here I want to do
I want to get out, feel free
And do something that I want to do

And then the thought dawns on me
I think - do I know what I want to do?
Do I really know who I want to be?
That's a plain and simple NO, you see?

Ragging - a tradition

It's a great way to break the ice, as long as there is a set limit, because sometimes groups of teens don't know when they've gone overboard.

Unfinished.

An unfinished conversation is like a half-cooked dish. Parts of it are tasty because they're cooked, but parts of it are raw and you really can't digest them. The momentum is lost, the train of thought broken, the questions taking form stop in their malformed state. The drift, the flow are interrupted. The art of conversation is incomplete.

Lines

You have a line, I have a line.
My line is not yours, your line is not mine.
You bend your line, I bend my line.
I don't like the bend of your line, you don't like the bend of my line.
The lines bend and curve gracefully and intertwine.
Are there now lines or is it a twisted knot?

Complicated

I'm beginning to understand why men have carried on believing the age old belief that women are complicated.

(Women are crazy!)

:|

[Apologies to my kind]

Life inequation

Want > Need

Creativity

Two people can't be creative in the same way. It's no longer creative then!