Mindless Blathering Idiocy

Sometimes we cannot over-estimate the intimacy of understanding with people...it takes a while to get on the same wavelength, even longer to figure out a person's nature, personality, and sense of humour.

And that also applies to forgiveness. Often we can never tell how willing a person can be to forgive a wrong committed, or how willing he or she is to care.

Many a time when I speak before I think, it kills me to writhe internally when I spend the rest of the time afterward in agony about apologising, making amends, trying in vain to erase the error and fade the offence or insult. Has it got to do with low emotional intelligence or blatant insensitivity? Or is it a desire to cross lines, invade, and attack, an almost flippant love of risk and danger, even on an emotional level?

Then later on, if it seems to have been a whole horrible roller coaster of guilt and regret suffered for nothing, I wonder at my own neurosis and fear of rejection. Is it valid to be so self-absorbed?

Ah what foolishness, then. Does this make me lovable at all?

Oh bother.

Vacation Nostalgia II

more gorgeous shots of Amsterdam - the Village they brought us to was a tourist trap, but so bloody worth it.

Vacation Nostalgia

Amsterdam, Netherlands


Lucerne, Switzerland

I guess this is the whole point of being trigger happy* during vacations in far flung places. Looking back and wondering why the heck you left.

*= Taking 1000 photos in 9 days.

.etc...ramblings (Impulsive Keyboard Fingering)

For those who refuse to believe in any Higher Power, there's always the way things seem out of your grasp when you least desire that sense of helplessness.

You grumble to yourself about how shit happens and life's an asshole, but what about your own responsibility?

Are we shifting way too much blame on others simply because we underestimate our own ability to change life as we know it - simply by tweaking our perspective and initiating some form of action that deviates from whatever track we've been trudging on, for as long as we know it?

A comfort zone is also a complaint zone, perhaps?