Wah?
11/30/00
Who, me? work?
Yet another weird dream. Well, at least I’ve moved from spooky dreams into the realm of comedic. This time I fell five floors from a left, did a judo style jump and roll and managed to limp off well enough. I then proceded to a lawn party hosted by the diva bitch herself, Martha Stewart. When I informed her that I planned on suing her for nearly killing me with the faulty lift, she calmly introduced me to her lawyer Rober(t). (Pretentious french accent).
“It’s a good thing.”
“Bitch”
Rober(t) then escorted me out from the party and I flung pate at his balding head. (Pate) Fazal is amazed at my ability to recount my dreams. I think he thinks they’re fictional. Still, of late, I’ve been making a morning ritual to repeat my dreams aloud in a whisper while in a drowsy morning state to remember them in their details and sequence.
Yup. I’m weird.
Green Monster — Next.
Tonight I relayed to J, the housemate, regarding my philosophy on flirting. Plainly enough, it’s the delusional assertion that no one, and I mean no one, is out of my league. Flirting is not about the drama and weight of a particular interaction with one person to decide if “They are *the one*” or not so much as the comfrot i knowintg that you are a beautiful person inside and out, and have an insatiable desire to live life well and meet and learn from other people. Get what you will out of a conversation with anyone you meet. Enjoy the moment and respond to the opportunities presented before you. Make the most of it. If it’s blah, think to yourself… oh well NEXT.
Life is short. Why wait through your whole life with anticipations and hopes of such weighty and dramatic regard for *one person* when you can stop waiting and enjoy each interaction, each connection for what it’s worth. If it’s marvelous, extend that moment. If you find something lovely, delightful, entrancing, enchanting, disarming, and delightful, extend it forever. If not, shrug it off. *Next*.
Hi. My name is Min Jung,
I’m a Flirtaholic.
No journal update tomorrow.
It’s a day of quiet, remembrance and meditation. Honestly, I know noone who has died from AIDS.
But i do empathize with life lost. It’s precious, tender, and fragile and should always be treated as a wonderous treasure. Every day should be so. Take 12/1 as a day of quiet, to meditate on your life, the lives of those you love, and of those you lost. From AIDS, cancer, etc..
Does it matter how we’ve gone from this life? More precious is the memory of how well we’ve lived it.
Min Jung
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