Journally Thoughts
Jul. 29th, 2003 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfie_chanI've been reading a book called Microserfs, which is, essentially, a journal-type account of life as a nerd--finding love, happiness, and job satisfaction in a world that thinks of you as a brain, not a person. It's a really deep book, believe it or not.
Reading Microserfs made me think--wouldn't it be nice if everybody kept a journal? Then, maybe, we'd be able to understand each other better. I kept thinking that I wish Alex kept a journal of some type. Then, if he let me, I could read it and find his thoughts, his hopes, his dreams. I could see what he thought about different things, how he reacted deep inside. Sometimes, I ask him, but it can be hard for both of us to put into spoken words the way we really feel. There are times when I think it might be easier for both of us to just write notes to each other, but then the real heart-to-heart conversations might not be as satisfying. Also, Alex doesn't particularly like to write (like, with pen and paper); he prefers to type. Maybe I'll ask him to e-mail me, even though we're both living in the same house.
I don't think people realize just how important the written word is. If someone takes the time to write (or type) down their thoughts, doesn't that make those thoughts more important, more permanent? And if someone takes the time to write those words to you, doesn't that make it more special? Of course, this means I actually have to answer the e-mail that's piled up in my in-box. But I'm wondering if it's enough to just say things anymore. Do we need to write them all down, so we don't forget, like a giant post-it note that says, "I was here, and I felt this way"?
Some odd thoughts have been going through my brain lately, and these are some of them. Whew.
I also wonder why I tend to write things in this LJ that I don't actually say to anyone, and yet they're not private, since they're up here for all the world to see. I feel like I can write my more "private" thoughts here...there must be some kind of security in knowing that you will probably never meet most of the people who read your LJ. That's kind of a scary thought--(almost)total strangers reading my mind.
Anyway. Alex and I went up to Olympia to crash with Jason and go to Troy's wedding. We found out a couple of days before that we would not also be going to Jason's wedding--it's been called off indefinitely, probably forever. Eepers. In any case, Troy's wedding was fun. He designed the programs himself (he's a graphic design/artist kind of guy), and they were quite amusing. The cover had a picture of a fluffy cat, and the title was: "Max the Cat Presents The Marriage of His Two People: Alyssa and Troy." (The program had their last names, too, but these have been deleted to protect the married.) This makes me hope that Alyssa actually approved these programs, as they're so...Troy. Of course, they were also "Copyright 20003 Maximum Fluffernutter Productions," and who knows what kind of inside joke that is. It's probably a "cat person" thing. I call most of my cats "Fuzzbutt" as an affectionate, all-purpose nickname.
Alex and I were talking on our way back from Olympia about how out-of-control our lives are right now. We have too many commitments, too many projects. We still have to clean the house by August 30 (Jason is coming over, and it's an excellent excuse to get the house clean, as we've wanted to for months). I still have to remove all the rest of my stuff from my room at my parents' house and find someplace to put it by about two weeks from now, as they're having an exchange student come to visit. We still have to finish the wood floor in the craft room (it's about halfway nailed down), and that's definitely getting done this week. Besides that, we haven't gotten a lot of time to ourselves, and we may not be able to take our honeymoon this summer because we have so much to do. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world. And I want a honeymoon, dammit! If that means attempting to clear all social obligations and just clean house for a week, so be it! I think we might be able to tackle it in a week, maybe two. Unfortunately, the summer is slipping away, and we're not sure where it's going going gone...
Loki's been a lot friendlier since we got home. He's sitting (standing) in my lap right now, purring and demanding affection. He's also shedding everywhere. My laptop keyboard is covered in fur.
Loki's warm, comfortable presence reminds me of something sad I saw this weekend when Alex and I were walking around one of the malls in Washington. We walked past a Scamp's (which, for those of you who don't have one in your area, is a pet store) and saw two little puppies in separate window-display cages at the front of the store. The floors of the cages were wire (which is bad for puppy feet), except for one strip of solid wood in the center of each cage. The puppies were curled up on this solid wood strip, each in his separate cage, looking cold and lost. The cages were absolutely bare except for a food bowl and a water bowl--no toys or anything. My theory is that the pet store people display the puppies and kitties looking miserable so you'll feel sorry for them and take them home. Bah. Poor animals--and the prices for them are outrageous! $150 for a mixed-breed, domestic cat?! We got Loki for $50, and he had almost all of his shots! And he, of course, is a gorgeous cat. *pets fluffy grey furball and listens to the rumbling purr*
Well, I should probably go and make sure that the house is presentable--gaming tonight. More odd thoughts later.
Reading Microserfs made me think--wouldn't it be nice if everybody kept a journal? Then, maybe, we'd be able to understand each other better. I kept thinking that I wish Alex kept a journal of some type. Then, if he let me, I could read it and find his thoughts, his hopes, his dreams. I could see what he thought about different things, how he reacted deep inside. Sometimes, I ask him, but it can be hard for both of us to put into spoken words the way we really feel. There are times when I think it might be easier for both of us to just write notes to each other, but then the real heart-to-heart conversations might not be as satisfying. Also, Alex doesn't particularly like to write (like, with pen and paper); he prefers to type. Maybe I'll ask him to e-mail me, even though we're both living in the same house.
I don't think people realize just how important the written word is. If someone takes the time to write (or type) down their thoughts, doesn't that make those thoughts more important, more permanent? And if someone takes the time to write those words to you, doesn't that make it more special? Of course, this means I actually have to answer the e-mail that's piled up in my in-box. But I'm wondering if it's enough to just say things anymore. Do we need to write them all down, so we don't forget, like a giant post-it note that says, "I was here, and I felt this way"?
Some odd thoughts have been going through my brain lately, and these are some of them. Whew.
I also wonder why I tend to write things in this LJ that I don't actually say to anyone, and yet they're not private, since they're up here for all the world to see. I feel like I can write my more "private" thoughts here...there must be some kind of security in knowing that you will probably never meet most of the people who read your LJ. That's kind of a scary thought--(almost)total strangers reading my mind.
Anyway. Alex and I went up to Olympia to crash with Jason and go to Troy's wedding. We found out a couple of days before that we would not also be going to Jason's wedding--it's been called off indefinitely, probably forever. Eepers. In any case, Troy's wedding was fun. He designed the programs himself (he's a graphic design/artist kind of guy), and they were quite amusing. The cover had a picture of a fluffy cat, and the title was: "Max the Cat Presents The Marriage of His Two People: Alyssa and Troy." (The program had their last names, too, but these have been deleted to protect the married.) This makes me hope that Alyssa actually approved these programs, as they're so...Troy. Of course, they were also "Copyright 20003 Maximum Fluffernutter Productions," and who knows what kind of inside joke that is. It's probably a "cat person" thing. I call most of my cats "Fuzzbutt" as an affectionate, all-purpose nickname.
Alex and I were talking on our way back from Olympia about how out-of-control our lives are right now. We have too many commitments, too many projects. We still have to clean the house by August 30 (Jason is coming over, and it's an excellent excuse to get the house clean, as we've wanted to for months). I still have to remove all the rest of my stuff from my room at my parents' house and find someplace to put it by about two weeks from now, as they're having an exchange student come to visit. We still have to finish the wood floor in the craft room (it's about halfway nailed down), and that's definitely getting done this week. Besides that, we haven't gotten a lot of time to ourselves, and we may not be able to take our honeymoon this summer because we have so much to do. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world. And I want a honeymoon, dammit! If that means attempting to clear all social obligations and just clean house for a week, so be it! I think we might be able to tackle it in a week, maybe two. Unfortunately, the summer is slipping away, and we're not sure where it's going going gone...
Loki's been a lot friendlier since we got home. He's sitting (standing) in my lap right now, purring and demanding affection. He's also shedding everywhere. My laptop keyboard is covered in fur.
Loki's warm, comfortable presence reminds me of something sad I saw this weekend when Alex and I were walking around one of the malls in Washington. We walked past a Scamp's (which, for those of you who don't have one in your area, is a pet store) and saw two little puppies in separate window-display cages at the front of the store. The floors of the cages were wire (which is bad for puppy feet), except for one strip of solid wood in the center of each cage. The puppies were curled up on this solid wood strip, each in his separate cage, looking cold and lost. The cages were absolutely bare except for a food bowl and a water bowl--no toys or anything. My theory is that the pet store people display the puppies and kitties looking miserable so you'll feel sorry for them and take them home. Bah. Poor animals--and the prices for them are outrageous! $150 for a mixed-breed, domestic cat?! We got Loki for $50, and he had almost all of his shots! And he, of course, is a gorgeous cat. *pets fluffy grey furball and listens to the rumbling purr*
Well, I should probably go and make sure that the house is presentable--gaming tonight. More odd thoughts later.
