Crazy?

Here's a good song with a nice quote...

GODDAMN YOU!!
Haven't let you in 'cause I'm in you
Haven't let you in 'cause I'm in you
Must have been a bitch, must have been a pain
Take me off the "innocent"
Put me in your vein!

IT'S IMPROBABLE
IT'S IMPROBABLE

Haven't said a word 'cause you're still on
Haven't said a word 'cause you're still on
Mustn't take offense, mustn't take a bow
Used to be a derelict
Now I have to live with it!

IT'S IMPROBABLE
IT'S IMPROBABLE
IT'S IMPROBABLE
YOU CAME BACK, BUT I KNOW BETTER, BOY

Trip my light fantastic
Rub me in your wound
I'm not broken, I'm not plastic
I'm no whore...
Used against me - use me up again

IT'S IMPROBABLE
IT'S IMPROBABLE
IT'S IMPROBABLE
YOU CAME BACK BUT I KNOW BETTER, BOY

(sometimes I think I'm crazy; other times I know I'm not)

Got no time to time to time (once again)

You don't want me, you don't need me!


The line I like is: "somtimes I think I'm crazy; other times I know i'm not"

this blog came about from a nice e-mail I wrote.

Looking back on my blogging, email, and myspace comment habits, I see I do alot more sending than recieving. No complaints from me. An unanswered e-mail is like a personal blog.

Not only that, but it's like talking to a wall. Some people can do such things. I know of none that can do that, and appear sane at the same time. After much deliberation, and a test of my creativity, I try an experiment.

This is much like my experiment to daze off, and have a wonderful time skipping experience. I stare at a nice friendly wall. Not the scary ones with power outlets. I have urges to stick things in power outlets...

So I stare at this wall, and strike up a conversation. Of course, it's a bit one sided, but I don't think the wall minds much. It's all nice and friendly. Before long, I'm way past the small talk and telling stories and such. It's at this point that I get a bit worried.

The personification of a wall should be enough to scare most. The fact that I found it enjoyable to talk to an inanimate object was even more frightening. The magnitude of subjects covered almost drove me to euphoria. Of course, this nice wall finally fell down on me.

Crushed me with the truth. I'm talking to a freaking wall. I don't expect a reply, and yet I ask questions, but go on with no reply. I didn't even make up a reply so as to be talking to myself. I just let it go.

Is this healthy? Probably not, but it was only an experiment. One I don't plan on repeating. The results will be the same, and I don't need to be caught talking to a wall. Those walls can be tricky. Full of traps and danger. Besides, they're all the same. Hard and cold heartless bastards.

Well, thats where that story ends. Take it from me, there's nothing to be gained from talking to a wall. All they do is hurt your feelings...