Classes...
Once again, I'm trapped in a classroom with my notebooks, pencils, and classmates...
I find myself in a prison of silence... It's hard to really talk to my seatmates, since our moderator (who was only 28 during the Big Bang... hehehehe) placed me in the worst possible part of the classroom in terms of talking.
When I go to the usual groups I talk with during breaks, I don't really get to talk that much to friends since they're either busy playing the guitar or busy in conversations that suddenly pop up when I talk.
Maybe I should make my voice louder... or my talking speed faster... I don't know.
I'm using alternate ways of conversing though... Either I'm making dialogs in my mind, daydreaming, or conversing with myself in my mind. Mizu, Kaze: Two parts of me that like to talk most of the time. Mostly self-assessment issues...
I've decided on one thing about Ragnarok. It has consumed me. What to do? Let it consume me fully, of course. It gives me temporary purpose... Well, sorta...
I know Jake or the others would never understand... It's an escape to reality. And you do get friends from it, as well as see the culture of life, as discussed in an article I made (actually, a classmate helped me with the intro... hehe.).
Anyway, I'm hoping that I don't get an imaginary friend soon... This though I highly doubt, since no one, not even imaginary, can figure out most of the thoughts in my head.
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(Anonymous)
2004-01-07 04:16
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There's no one way to generalize our purpose in life because we live for different things every moment of our existence.
Did that make any sense?
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