Sunday, Nov. 30, 2003 - 5:19 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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I am a dweeb
I feel so, I don't know... unformed. Inexpert. I feel like I know just enough of many things to sound intelligent and sound informed and sound interesting but I dont know a damn thing. I feel like a fake. I feel like I am not dedicated enough to be a good artist or an illustrator who rises to the top of her business. I am not dedicated to bdsm to be a good top or a trained bottom... my emotions and fuckups in relationships and picking people get in the way. I read about people publishing books on their area of expertise, and I can only write nonscientific, autobiographical my life shit, cuz I have no training, and no depth of study and no followup. I am a lazy dabbler who twiddles around the board. I feel like a fraud with potential that has never been explored or realized. I listen to people talking about workshops they've given or performances in dance or theater, or movies they've made. So and So is directing now. So and so has tenure at such and such university. So and so has a 20 year marriage and two great kids. So and so has a doctorate, a fellowship, has developed a new department at a school. So and so has a black belt. So and so is an accomplished ballroom dancer.
I am a shallow person with too many interests, lots of undeveloped talents and too emotional which fucks me over. I have cats and a dog. If I were a bazillion times better I would be da Vinci, good in all. But instead I am the eternal wannabe.
Feeling insecure and down on myself. I am a dweeb.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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