Still Rambling On

I stared at the white blank space for good five minutes. I had a few things to write about, but I didnt. They didnt feel quite right. What felt right was just to stare. I was listening to a song about gays and gay rights. I wanted to write about that. The pope quit today, I wanted to write about that. Earlier I sat through a somewhat interesting presentation about business and career, and I wanted to write about that too. Just all these things rushing through my mind but nothing felt worth writing about. So I just stared.

I lifted things and put em down, I had chinese, I had ideas and shut them down. I had a dream about donuts and police officers shooting innocent people. I drove my car around the city to run errands. I read about how some people hate others using the word 'literally' too much and in wrong situations these days. I had a bad hair day, so I wore a hat all day. I asked the presentation guy a question, because no one else didnt seem to dare to do it. I offered an extremely dear friend of mine a ride today. I noticed I hear but I dont listen. I wore a shirt with a picture of a cutsie dog on it, even though some people teased me about it in the past. All of these things I did. Still I just stared.

Then I sat down and lit a candle. I like looking at one. Its calming in some way, its soothing warm light and quiet acceptance of itself burning. The dancing shadows it paints, its distinctive smell...I like it, especially during winter time. Then I remembered a song telling about how we should light a candle inside each other, to make us feel love and feel alive. Open the shack door and light it. Because sometimes our shacks need it.

The presentation guy was handsome, well dressed, charismatic and all. Some younger women giggled all the way through the whole thing, and you could see their thought bubbles containing R18 things. The weird thing is that I actually paid more attention more to how he used body language; his hands, facial emotions and posture, more than the actual message itself. He used his hands to support his speech and, if you looked close enough, you could tell how he actually felt about the subject he was talking about just by his body language, regardless of what he said saying about it. And that applies to anyone. For some its easier, for some its harder. But you can tell.

Oh, and on the pope thing. If he was chosen, and he chose to step down, was the right person chosen? Or are popes still human who make choices and choose whats the best thing to do? Or is it just a thing we made up, a shoulder in which some can lean towards? Or is it just human feelings after all...