Alone

I am a believer that time spent alone is simultaneously the most positive and destructive force on earth.

It is only when we are alone that we realize how feeble we are.
How much we aren't capable of.
How many weaknesses we possess.

At the same time, time spent alone shows us what we have done.
It presents us with possibilities.
It allows us a quiet space to be ok with whatever is going on.
It gives us the means to solve problems.

It really just depends on how you want to use it. 

It's nothing

A cold day and a chat with an old friend.
A night of imbibing and a questionable confession.
A subsequent headache and strong coffee.
A bowl of soup and off brand crackers.
An orphan and his mother.
A walk and a snowy hour.
A roaming hand and a smooth, curving body.
An open window and a cold draft.
A listening ear and empty music.

Music

Anyone who has heard a music suggestion from me in the past two+ years has heard the name Modest Mouse. The music is weird and funky. The lyrics are honest and don't rythme. Both join in a single, beautiful symbiotic dance that has held my attention since 2009.

Belle and Sebastian. British music. A little folksy, but honest. The kind of melancholy that doesn't leave you sad. Funny how Europeans have a knack for expressing the strongest of negative emotions and leaving you with the feel that you have survived much worse and you'll be OK this time as well.

The recommendation stands. I would suggest listening to a few songs before passing judgement. I've had them on my computer for years and Im just now discovering them. Maybe that is how it was supposed to be.
Enjoy

Alanis

You never know when the mood will strike, but you know it will.
Every once in a while, you have to slum some music from the 80s or 90s.
I find few from those decades that are still able to captivate me for a whole album... if it's still ok to use that term.
Today is one of those days. Alanis fills me with nostalgia. Artistic. Sad. Crazy as hell. That broad must have been completely off her nut, but she put out. Her music is honest and captivating.

Why today?
Well, it was simply supposed to be today. 

Talk

It's a song by Coldplay.
Though I must confess that they simply put words to what has been the central theme of humanity for millennia. It's an amazing capacity, really. We can open our mouths and communicate anything we want.
We can learn French.
We can learn Spanish.
We can speak Arabic if our beating cardiacs desire.
We can give speeches at conferences.
Whisper in someone's ear.
We can write a letter.
We can we write a book.
We communicate with lights.
We communicate with bumps.
We figured out how to make electric signals pass through wire and air. Now we can talk to anyone with the right device ANYWHERE in the world.
Phones. Paper. Radio. Video. Television. Art. Smoke signals. Satellites. Gestures. Signs.

All of this. Thousands of years of development and linguistic evolution.
I just want to talk.
Really. Talk. 

Munchies

So, I can't get full lately. It is the result of two compound circumstances that cumulate in this chronic condition. One, I'spent the last two months in the US eating massive amounts of meat, cheese and sweet sugary delicacies which are not readily available in Korea. Two, upon returning to Korea, my food budget has been greatly reduced and I'm living on rather simple and more wholesome foods. In 2-3 more weeks, my system will adjust and I will be content eating potatoes and lettuce.
Until then, misery.
My only consolations are found in a cans of Spam and the remnants of a bottle of honey that I add to my tea. There are times when I'm overcome and I splurge on a Hershey's bar.
It's sad.
I know at the same time that I shouldn't complain about this not-so-sad predicament. There are millions who would just love to have my daily rations. I can't say that I'm really complaining. I am just feeling hungry.
It's kinda like last year when my gf and I did a cleanse for 6 days. Of course, there is a voice in my head telling me that there are millions who would love to have the lemons and honey that I consumed during those very long days.
So I guess it's not so bad.
I'm going to stop complaining now.

BUT I'M HUNGRY!!!!!!

Poison

Most people would probably advise you not to take poison.
We generally regard poison as bad.
We avoid poison, sometimes at great cost.
Poison causes pain. We don't generally like pain.
Poison causes death. We don't generally like death.
Poison is bad.

So how can it be that some people are emotional poison?
And why do we judge ourselves so harshly for  treating them as such?