Untitled. No cliche.

I have discovered that the best time for me to write is when everyone else (majority, at least) is sleep or not paying attention. I, too, should be sleep...but I haven't had a decent sleep pattern since Fall 2006.

(I'm kinda fishin' as to what to write about so I'll just let my mind wander)

We are all robots.
We all conform, and are prisoners of perpetual barriers that we allowed society to build in our minds.

It bothers me how much we are tied into our technology as a means of steady communication and contact..........and I don't think you can really call it "contact" in the physical sense of the word. I miss the heart-pounding nervousness of building up the courage to verbally express your interest in another, and the relief that immediately followed once you were able to shake the monkey off your back. There's a certain thrill of face-to-face interpersonal communication that cannot be duplicated or replaced by way of t9-texting, swiping, BBM'ing, Kik, yadda yadda an any other form of mechanized verbiage. Our world is shrinking along with are intuitiveness and will to be free thinkers.

I am not pointing the finger...I am guilty, also. And I've got to do better.

I am quite certain that I am ahead of my time in many aspects, in comparison to my peers...and while I indulge in the techno-frenzied age of latest trends and quirky devices, I'd like to think that certain things should be kept real and genuine. I keep going back to this, but I feel the need to get this out...I'm the courtin' type. I wanna meet your folks. I wanna date you. Get to know you. I don't like shortcuts, favors, or being spoon-fed. Conversely, I don't have a type, Beyonce-prototypical girls scare me, and I'm kind of shy. This is the tip of my massive iceberg. If you thought you were gonna get all of me in a blogpost, you have better luck selling blocks of ice to an Inuit. But I believe that is the point I'm trying to make...and I am guilty of being a hypocrite, as I continue to write.

(I know I'm not the only one who has tried to get the full scoop on a person of interest through Facebook)

I guess in the grand scheme of things, it's more than having to deal with relationships among one another, at least for me. I enjoy getting to know people, but I am slightly introverted. I don't care for large crowds, but I love open forums. I like one-on-one face time (if you read that and your mind was in the gutter, kill yourself, slowly)...I enjoy the randomness of a spontaneous conversation, I thrive off of awkwardness and I tend to gravitate towards the elephant in the room (trolls not included -- inside joke lol). I want what twitter can't offer.

You wonder why no one takes relationships serious...the sanctity of it all...kinda lost my train of thought......hold, please...................................

Actually, I'm gonna try something for the next day or so (I can't make any promises). That'll be my topic for my next post. I'm anxious to see how it'll turn out.
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I've seen her every night for the past month or so...until I wake up. And it's like she was never there to begin with. We communicate often, but never the way I'd like to hardly. She's quite the fox, in that, very elusive sense. Stealthy and uncaged. Boundless, possibly unattainable, but leaving paper-trails for me to find her. I just want to pick her brain...for a day at least if that's all I can afford...have her for myself to bombard her with question after comment after drawn-inference after conclusion...I imagine her being quite the clever and corny type lol. I imagine one day we could have a full-out conversation through eye contact alone and unconsciously processing our thoughts like downloading music to a hard-drive, translating our findings into masterpiece-worthy paintings, lyrics and timeless Bizet-esque scores of music written in & out of time. In a perfect world.

The ambiguous riddle.

#SHRUG.

Goodnight.

The Formula.

"After you have eaten something, you often get tired. That's because a lot of the blood in your head goes in your stomach to digest your food. and when you have less blood in your head, you get tired."

I been sayin it.

This might be my best post to date.

No, we are not related.

Zombie-like.

My eyes are burning.
I'm itching (my skin is dry from this cold air)...
Bags are forming.
I'm not tired, but...I average about 5-6 hours a night...

Part of that reason being because I am stubborn.
I'll look at the time and try to figure out ways to maximize my amount of sleep IF I decide to stay awake an extra hour or two, and sacrifice precious hours of sleep for late night TV (The Rachel Maddow Show, Countdown with Keith Olberman, The Colbert Report, The Daily Show...movies on AMC)...

...Bill Maher lol...
............whatever is onDemand (Dexter and Weeds mostly)...

I'm too fxckin tired for this shxt already.
Forgive me for my extended hiatus.
Work is good.
I can't complain.
But my eyes are trying to shut themselves...
I'm going to sleep.