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9:00AM - Time to get up, news and weather.
The day of rest. We all rest, and the morons come out from hiding.
Driving is far too dangerous on Sundays. The morons are about, and their cars are too complex for them. They swerve from side to side, because Sunday is the only day they travel out.
11:30AM - City Hospital
Because it's the day of rest.
Same here. Everyone rests, and those that have a chance to escape try and mess it up for the rest of us, because that's all they feel. The amount of crappy topics on Sunday is amazing, if you want to win GAD, today is the day.
So we try and rest, and our minds are at relative ease.... the calm of the week finished, the worry of a new one to begin. Ambience of the mind, more than anything.
1:00PM - Dinner time.
And we can reflect on what the week has been, and what it could have, and will be. Perhaps that's why Sundays feel so decaying, because we have a chance to think, to look at the world, but we can't do anything, because it's Sunday, and we all have to rest.
These past few weeks have been like a dream... suddenly, all the things that matter, just don't. We are shown questions that we can't answer, places that we can't reach.
One half keeps telling me to fall asleep, fall into a dream, where I can see all that I wish, and while my sight stretches beyond into infinity, I can reach and touch what I feel. The other half is telling me to wake up.
I have worries about the future, perhaps they are right, perhaps I AM taking the wrong road, but my heart tells me more than a thousand of the men and women who failed to follow their own hearts, trapped into scheduling. Lives that are utterly trapped and revolve completely around time.
20, 30, 40 years... I can't remember how old I am some days. I have to ask, and people laugh, and think I joke.
But my age seems pointless. Time seems pointless, I'm the same person today, yesterday and tommorrow. I'll change through experience, but I'm still the same person, I've still been through what I have, and I can only learn what comes along... and yes, I have a lot to learn.
6:00PM - Lunch.
But if I'm so young, and if I'm so naive, and my, I'm intelligent, thanks... but why don't you trust my judgement? The way we live is wrong, life is wrong, not just the outside, but the way we live... We are conscripted as those that have to watch the next episode of our favourite soap operas, hope perhaps we can have our favourite food on special offer next monday... and hope at least our children can become doctors and politians.
Is it so wrong to think? Why can't we... I mean, why? Why go to bed in the intent to get up the next morning? I can't understand why people can just... accept scheduling.
I like to dream. I dream a lot... music helps me dream. But I understand that dreams are dreams for a reason... It would be great to wake up in a world where there is no evil, where the land is untouched and you can breathe fresh, pure air... but that's just a dream. In reality, I couldn't live that way. Without life, there is nothing to think about, nothing to aspire too...
It makes me wonder. Perhaps, all this dread in the world... this disgust, this pity... what if it's there, because it's been placed there? Can we not accept life to be pure and great, and can we not accept everyone to be happy and thoughtful... not because we are used to life being pathetic and people to be disgusting... or because we need balance, and without it, we just can't think?
Books, quotes, and The Matrix spring to mind... what if, our minds are more powerful that we can first see...
What if this, life, is heaven?
Or perhaps more specifically... what if this is heaven AND hell?
Think about it for just one second. Heaven is told to us to be the place where good people go, where the sinners cannot tread unless they, of course, are forgiven.
But who has to forgive? Who has to make amends?
And to whom?
If I had murdered someone... it would play on my mind, I wouldn't be able to sleep, I'm sure. The only way that I could, and escape from the trauma, would be to forgive myself.
And perhaps, then, escape hell.
The planet, and our lives, are what we make of them. If you wish to live in your own hell, do so, and balance the world out... but there is also the heaven, perhaps, in which we could live. Reaching where we want to go.
8:00PM - Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
So, if all this is true, and indeed the world is run by balance, and our lives are our own personal hell and heaven combined... why do I feel so in limbo?
Perhaps I'm already dead. Life isn't heaven or hell... because wevre passed that and can't remember it. Now we ARE in heaven.
Did anyone ever tell you what heaven is? Angels playing harps, clouds and infinite skys? Heaven is relative. Heaven can be whatever you feel it to be. It can be beautiful, it can remind you why you're you, it can upset you, but only so you can redeem yourself. Come from a low to a high, and experience happiness beyond simple pleasures.
Which is why I'm sat at my desk, writing my feelings, waiting for a sodding reply, having to read the crap that's oozed out by the morons that escape only once a week.
And that's the Curse of Sunday. No matter what you say, no matter what you feel, nothing will ever come.
Because it's the day of rest, and all we can do is watch.
I hate Sundays.
The day of rest. We all rest, and the morons come out from hiding.
Driving is far too dangerous on Sundays. The morons are about, and their cars are too complex for them. They swerve from side to side, because Sunday is the only day they travel out.
11:30AM - City Hospital
Because it's the day of rest.
Same here. Everyone rests, and those that have a chance to escape try and mess it up for the rest of us, because that's all they feel. The amount of crappy topics on Sunday is amazing, if you want to win GAD, today is the day.
So we try and rest, and our minds are at relative ease.... the calm of the week finished, the worry of a new one to begin. Ambience of the mind, more than anything.
1:00PM - Dinner time.
And we can reflect on what the week has been, and what it could have, and will be. Perhaps that's why Sundays feel so decaying, because we have a chance to think, to look at the world, but we can't do anything, because it's Sunday, and we all have to rest.
These past few weeks have been like a dream... suddenly, all the things that matter, just don't. We are shown questions that we can't answer, places that we can't reach.
One half keeps telling me to fall asleep, fall into a dream, where I can see all that I wish, and while my sight stretches beyond into infinity, I can reach and touch what I feel. The other half is telling me to wake up.
I have worries about the future, perhaps they are right, perhaps I AM taking the wrong road, but my heart tells me more than a thousand of the men and women who failed to follow their own hearts, trapped into scheduling. Lives that are utterly trapped and revolve completely around time.
20, 30, 40 years... I can't remember how old I am some days. I have to ask, and people laugh, and think I joke.
But my age seems pointless. Time seems pointless, I'm the same person today, yesterday and tommorrow. I'll change through experience, but I'm still the same person, I've still been through what I have, and I can only learn what comes along... and yes, I have a lot to learn.
6:00PM - Lunch.
But if I'm so young, and if I'm so naive, and my, I'm intelligent, thanks... but why don't you trust my judgement? The way we live is wrong, life is wrong, not just the outside, but the way we live... We are conscripted as those that have to watch the next episode of our favourite soap operas, hope perhaps we can have our favourite food on special offer next monday... and hope at least our children can become doctors and politians.
Is it so wrong to think? Why can't we... I mean, why? Why go to bed in the intent to get up the next morning? I can't understand why people can just... accept scheduling.
I like to dream. I dream a lot... music helps me dream. But I understand that dreams are dreams for a reason... It would be great to wake up in a world where there is no evil, where the land is untouched and you can breathe fresh, pure air... but that's just a dream. In reality, I couldn't live that way. Without life, there is nothing to think about, nothing to aspire too...
It makes me wonder. Perhaps, all this dread in the world... this disgust, this pity... what if it's there, because it's been placed there? Can we not accept life to be pure and great, and can we not accept everyone to be happy and thoughtful... not because we are used to life being pathetic and people to be disgusting... or because we need balance, and without it, we just can't think?
Books, quotes, and The Matrix spring to mind... what if, our minds are more powerful that we can first see...
What if this, life, is heaven?
Or perhaps more specifically... what if this is heaven AND hell?
Think about it for just one second. Heaven is told to us to be the place where good people go, where the sinners cannot tread unless they, of course, are forgiven.
But who has to forgive? Who has to make amends?
And to whom?
If I had murdered someone... it would play on my mind, I wouldn't be able to sleep, I'm sure. The only way that I could, and escape from the trauma, would be to forgive myself.
And perhaps, then, escape hell.
The planet, and our lives, are what we make of them. If you wish to live in your own hell, do so, and balance the world out... but there is also the heaven, perhaps, in which we could live. Reaching where we want to go.
8:00PM - Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
So, if all this is true, and indeed the world is run by balance, and our lives are our own personal hell and heaven combined... why do I feel so in limbo?
Perhaps I'm already dead. Life isn't heaven or hell... because wevre passed that and can't remember it. Now we ARE in heaven.
Did anyone ever tell you what heaven is? Angels playing harps, clouds and infinite skys? Heaven is relative. Heaven can be whatever you feel it to be. It can be beautiful, it can remind you why you're you, it can upset you, but only so you can redeem yourself. Come from a low to a high, and experience happiness beyond simple pleasures.
Which is why I'm sat at my desk, writing my feelings, waiting for a sodding reply, having to read the crap that's oozed out by the morons that escape only once a week.
And that's the Curse of Sunday. No matter what you say, no matter what you feel, nothing will ever come.
Because it's the day of rest, and all we can do is watch.
I hate Sundays.
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"Sunday isn't too bad."
I would agree with you if it was another day of the week, but from this perspective, Sunday sucks.
"Sunday isn't too bad."
I would agree with you if it was another day of the week, but from this perspective, Sunday sucks.
Sunday isn't too bad.
Turned round this morning to find Gina still there, she didn't have to go to work this morning which was a nice surprise.
Managed to get to PC World and have a look around. Except for the fact that I forgot it opened at 11am not 10am and had to sit in the car for 30mins. Gina didn't approve, but at least the rest of the carpark got to hear Counting Crows full volume.
Anyway, I ended up getting a garden designer package, just to try out, then went to Comet and saw a lovely Sony 2ghz PC with a DVD writer and 512mb RAM, nice. Unfortunately, Comet is right next to a furniture place, which had a lovely sofa in the window on 0% interest for 12 months. Now I have a new sofa being delivered and will have £1000 less in the bank in 12 months time. Still, nice black leather sofa to sit in soon!
Dinner on Sundays is always nice, usually something like eggs and chips, with a nice filter coffee afterwards and cakes or ice-cream. Lovely. Just sat there and did nothing, letting the food slowly find its way down to my stomach while finishing off watching crappy TV or a DVD.
Now I'm catching up with all the stuff on here. Can't really complain about Sundays if they're all like this.
Turned round this morning to find Gina still there, she didn't have to go to work this morning which was a nice surprise.
Managed to get to PC World and have a look around. Except for the fact that I forgot it opened at 11am not 10am and had to sit in the car for 30mins. Gina didn't approve, but at least the rest of the carpark got to hear Counting Crows full volume.
Anyway, I ended up getting a garden designer package, just to try out, then went to Comet and saw a lovely Sony 2ghz PC with a DVD writer and 512mb RAM, nice. Unfortunately, Comet is right next to a furniture place, which had a lovely sofa in the window on 0% interest for 12 months. Now I have a new sofa being delivered and will have £1000 less in the bank in 12 months time. Still, nice black leather sofa to sit in soon!
Dinner on Sundays is always nice, usually something like eggs and chips, with a nice filter coffee afterwards and cakes or ice-cream. Lovely. Just sat there and did nothing, letting the food slowly find its way down to my stomach while finishing off watching crappy TV or a DVD.
Now I'm catching up with all the stuff on here. Can't really complain about Sundays if they're all like this.
Wrong again. If I took it that seriously, and I really did think I was being deep and meaningful, I would have posted it on Life.
This isn't. This is chat.
This isn't. This is chat.
I hate church on a Sunday........... no, I don't go, but there are always bells ringing in the mornign in the church quite near my house. Some people (me) are trying to sleep.
I hate Sundays too!
I hate Sundays too!
Whoa man, deep. Ekcetera.
I restate my original claim.
Sunday's are cack because of one thing, school/college/uni/work tomorrow.
9:00AM - Time to get up, news and weather.
The day of rest. We all rest, and the morons come out from hiding.
Driving is far too dangerous on Sundays. The morons are about, and their cars are too complex for them. They swerve from side to side, because Sunday is the only day they travel out.
11:30AM - City Hospital
Because it's the day of rest.
Same here. Everyone rests, and those that have a chance to escape try and mess it up for the rest of us, because that's all they feel. The amount of crappy topics on Sunday is amazing, if you want to win GAD, today is the day.
So we try and rest, and our minds are at relative ease.... the calm of the week finished, the worry of a new one to begin. Ambience of the mind, more than anything.
1:00PM - Dinner time.
And we can reflect on what the week has been, and what it could have, and will be. Perhaps that's why Sundays feel so decaying, because we have a chance to think, to look at the world, but we can't do anything, because it's Sunday, and we all have to rest.
These past few weeks have been like a dream... suddenly, all the things that matter, just don't. We are shown questions that we can't answer, places that we can't reach.
One half keeps telling me to fall asleep, fall into a dream, where I can see all that I wish, and while my sight stretches beyond into infinity, I can reach and touch what I feel. The other half is telling me to wake up.
I have worries about the future, perhaps they are right, perhaps I AM taking the wrong road, but my heart tells me more than a thousand of the men and women who failed to follow their own hearts, trapped into scheduling. Lives that are utterly trapped and revolve completely around time.
20, 30, 40 years... I can't remember how old I am some days. I have to ask, and people laugh, and think I joke.
But my age seems pointless. Time seems pointless, I'm the same person today, yesterday and tommorrow. I'll change through experience, but I'm still the same person, I've still been through what I have, and I can only learn what comes along... and yes, I have a lot to learn.
6:00PM - Lunch.
But if I'm so young, and if I'm so naive, and my, I'm intelligent, thanks... but why don't you trust my judgement? The way we live is wrong, life is wrong, not just the outside, but the way we live... We are conscripted as those that have to watch the next episode of our favourite soap operas, hope perhaps we can have our favourite food on special offer next monday... and hope at least our children can become doctors and politians.
Is it so wrong to think? Why can't we... I mean, why? Why go to bed in the intent to get up the next morning? I can't understand why people can just... accept scheduling.
I like to dream. I dream a lot... music helps me dream. But I understand that dreams are dreams for a reason... It would be great to wake up in a world where there is no evil, where the land is untouched and you can breathe fresh, pure air... but that's just a dream. In reality, I couldn't live that way. Without life, there is nothing to think about, nothing to aspire too...
It makes me wonder. Perhaps, all this dread in the world... this disgust, this pity... what if it's there, because it's been placed there? Can we not accept life to be pure and great, and can we not accept everyone to be happy and thoughtful... not because we are used to life being pathetic and people to be disgusting... or because we need balance, and without it, we just can't think?
Books, quotes, and The Matrix spring to mind... what if, our minds are more powerful that we can first see...
What if this, life, is heaven?
Or perhaps more specifically... what if this is heaven AND hell?
Think about it for just one second. Heaven is told to us to be the place where good people go, where the sinners cannot tread unless they, of course, are forgiven.
But who has to forgive? Who has to make amends?
And to whom?
If I had murdered someone... it would play on my mind, I wouldn't be able to sleep, I'm sure. The only way that I could, and escape from the trauma, would be to forgive myself.
And perhaps, then, escape hell.
The planet, and our lives, are what we make of them. If you wish to live in your own hell, do so, and balance the world out... but there is also the heaven, perhaps, in which we could live. Reaching where we want to go.
8:00PM - Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
So, if all this is true, and indeed the world is run by balance, and our lives are our own personal hell and heaven combined... why do I feel so in limbo?
Perhaps I'm already dead. Life isn't heaven or hell... because wevre passed that and can't remember it. Now we ARE in heaven.
Did anyone ever tell you what heaven is? Angels playing harps, clouds and infinite skys? Heaven is relative. Heaven can be whatever you feel it to be. It can be beautiful, it can remind you why you're you, it can upset you, but only so you can redeem yourself. Come from a low to a high, and experience happiness beyond simple pleasures.
Which is why I'm sat at my desk, writing my feelings, waiting for a sodding reply, having to read the crap that's oozed out by the morons that escape only once a week.
And that's the Curse of Sunday. No matter what you say, no matter what you feel, nothing will ever come.
Because it's the day of rest, and all we can do is watch.
I hate Sundays.
The day of rest. We all rest, and the morons come out from hiding.
Driving is far too dangerous on Sundays. The morons are about, and their cars are too complex for them. They swerve from side to side, because Sunday is the only day they travel out.
11:30AM - City Hospital
Because it's the day of rest.
Same here. Everyone rests, and those that have a chance to escape try and mess it up for the rest of us, because that's all they feel. The amount of crappy topics on Sunday is amazing, if you want to win GAD, today is the day.
So we try and rest, and our minds are at relative ease.... the calm of the week finished, the worry of a new one to begin. Ambience of the mind, more than anything.
1:00PM - Dinner time.
And we can reflect on what the week has been, and what it could have, and will be. Perhaps that's why Sundays feel so decaying, because we have a chance to think, to look at the world, but we can't do anything, because it's Sunday, and we all have to rest.
These past few weeks have been like a dream... suddenly, all the things that matter, just don't. We are shown questions that we can't answer, places that we can't reach.
One half keeps telling me to fall asleep, fall into a dream, where I can see all that I wish, and while my sight stretches beyond into infinity, I can reach and touch what I feel. The other half is telling me to wake up.
I have worries about the future, perhaps they are right, perhaps I AM taking the wrong road, but my heart tells me more than a thousand of the men and women who failed to follow their own hearts, trapped into scheduling. Lives that are utterly trapped and revolve completely around time.
20, 30, 40 years... I can't remember how old I am some days. I have to ask, and people laugh, and think I joke.
But my age seems pointless. Time seems pointless, I'm the same person today, yesterday and tommorrow. I'll change through experience, but I'm still the same person, I've still been through what I have, and I can only learn what comes along... and yes, I have a lot to learn.
6:00PM - Lunch.
But if I'm so young, and if I'm so naive, and my, I'm intelligent, thanks... but why don't you trust my judgement? The way we live is wrong, life is wrong, not just the outside, but the way we live... We are conscripted as those that have to watch the next episode of our favourite soap operas, hope perhaps we can have our favourite food on special offer next monday... and hope at least our children can become doctors and politians.
Is it so wrong to think? Why can't we... I mean, why? Why go to bed in the intent to get up the next morning? I can't understand why people can just... accept scheduling.
I like to dream. I dream a lot... music helps me dream. But I understand that dreams are dreams for a reason... It would be great to wake up in a world where there is no evil, where the land is untouched and you can breathe fresh, pure air... but that's just a dream. In reality, I couldn't live that way. Without life, there is nothing to think about, nothing to aspire too...
It makes me wonder. Perhaps, all this dread in the world... this disgust, this pity... what if it's there, because it's been placed there? Can we not accept life to be pure and great, and can we not accept everyone to be happy and thoughtful... not because we are used to life being pathetic and people to be disgusting... or because we need balance, and without it, we just can't think?
Books, quotes, and The Matrix spring to mind... what if, our minds are more powerful that we can first see...
What if this, life, is heaven?
Or perhaps more specifically... what if this is heaven AND hell?
Think about it for just one second. Heaven is told to us to be the place where good people go, where the sinners cannot tread unless they, of course, are forgiven.
But who has to forgive? Who has to make amends?
And to whom?
If I had murdered someone... it would play on my mind, I wouldn't be able to sleep, I'm sure. The only way that I could, and escape from the trauma, would be to forgive myself.
And perhaps, then, escape hell.
The planet, and our lives, are what we make of them. If you wish to live in your own hell, do so, and balance the world out... but there is also the heaven, perhaps, in which we could live. Reaching where we want to go.
8:00PM - Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
So, if all this is true, and indeed the world is run by balance, and our lives are our own personal hell and heaven combined... why do I feel so in limbo?
Perhaps I'm already dead. Life isn't heaven or hell... because wevre passed that and can't remember it. Now we ARE in heaven.
Did anyone ever tell you what heaven is? Angels playing harps, clouds and infinite skys? Heaven is relative. Heaven can be whatever you feel it to be. It can be beautiful, it can remind you why you're you, it can upset you, but only so you can redeem yourself. Come from a low to a high, and experience happiness beyond simple pleasures.
Which is why I'm sat at my desk, writing my feelings, waiting for a sodding reply, having to read the crap that's oozed out by the morons that escape only once a week.
And that's the Curse of Sunday. No matter what you say, no matter what you feel, nothing will ever come.
Because it's the day of rest, and all we can do is watch.
I hate Sundays.
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