Friday, October 9, 2009

Blind Wondering

Believe it or not, but I am in my living room. I'm typing this with a wireless keyboard. I can't sese the screen. I honestl don't know if this is evenven being typed. The wirelesss. Hmmmm. I can't really delete things that weren't working out. I have to just go with what's here. Candid.

I find blindness intriguing. I guess it's a good way to interrupt any . I just throught so long that I forgot where i left off. What I meant was that blinding yourself makes yyou. It's vulnerable. All the "togetherness" , or image of togetherness is put aside.

Typing with a a screen keeps your mind refreshed on what you've already said. What would the effect of always doing it this way? Is it good for the mind? Would it improve my memory?

I still don't know if any of this has gone through. A part of me is scared--that this is all in vanin vain.. Who cares. It was my birthday yesterday. I'm 25. I feel just the same as I've always been. I hear people ask "--or, nevermind, I heard people SAY "Gosh, I'm [age], I'm so old." I don't feel old yet. I just feel current.

I'm going to go check now.

Holy smokes, it worked. Ha ha, I didn't write as much as I thought I had.

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