So. This here being the first blog post i have ever done i figured i would tackle the first issue that comes to mind which is the phrase 'speak from your heart'. Is it just me or is this a hell of a lot more difficult than it sounds, particularly when your heart does not have lips or ears or a voicebox or any of the other necessary things that might make its speech a little easier? How does one speak from the heart? In one way or another aren't we all just speaking from the heart whenever we speak whats inside us? Is this a speech of hearts and dreams and deep inner secrets of our souls or are our hearts capable of laughing, joking, having some fun with us, being quiet, being tired, whatnot?
Obviously there is a reason that i'm mulling this over in my brain. Last night, after a fairly involved conversation with my girlfriend where i was brought up (again) on charges of being a defensive turd (guilty as charged, i might add) i was asked to 'speak from my heart.' Which sent my fuzzy little brain into a complete tailspin, eventually crashing it to earth somewhere in nebraska. If you live in nebraska and find a little brain wandering the roadways trying to stick out its nonexistent thumb, please let me know on this site.
So what is my heart saying? uhhh....Idunno. My heart is saying that it really is enjoying the music of Uncle Tupelo right now and wants to get up and dance happily, like snoopy. My heart is saying it wants to do something interesting, like climb a wall or go snoeshowing (not that i've ever used snoeshoes but hey - its my heart and it wants what it wants dontchknow.) My heart is really enjoying Chicamauga right now. Unlike that little brain out there somewhere my heart is almost always happy and optimistic about things. I know it really wouldn't mind getting lost in nebraska (indiana maybe but not nebraska) It would figure out a way to stick out a ventricle and take a ride somewhere over the plains and enjoy every last minute of it.
Other frustrating things:
I hate data entry jobs. What kind of slovenly mindless nonsense is it? How do you stay in the present when your brain is always wandering off on its own, creating blogs and the like. But hey, somebodies got to do them, right? And its us listless, unskilled writing types without the stones to force our noses into the publishing world that end up with them. Middle management types should praise the gods of commerce for the English degree! Without it they would have no power to create themselves as the minor dieties in the corporate pantheon.
I don't want to hear any more about politics ever. Too much bad to say about this topic and not enough good....
Anyway. Till next time.
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