feeling that the world is close to ending? Not because of Nostradamus or the Mayan Calendar, but just because there's something in the air? Does it feel like life is tightly stretching like an invisible rubber and it's either going to snap or fling through the air like a slingshot? I used to have these dreams about invisible rope tows buzzing around my body and cutting my skin. Can you feel their sting? Do you hear their hum?
Do you find yourself saying things that sound entirely out of character? Later, do you realize that you're responding to a person you met in a movie or on television?
Does it ever freak you out how much information you absorb? Do you ever meet those special people who maintain a strong sense of themselves despite overwhelming pressure to absorb the mannerisms of popular culture? Caitlyn once said that these people comfort her. Well, Caitlyn comforts me, but I know what she means.
Are we overly self-important? Do we think we deserve to see the world end? Or, conversely, do we want to say, "Well ... I wanted to acheive my dreams, but then the world ended. So, it's not my fault."
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So the point, then, is to figure out how to forget about the end?
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