professions

my profession: writer/Truth seeker

I'm not good at either of my professions, though, I can dance a Charlton and a Giddy up once in a while. What is to say that man is not fully developed at the age of 30. I am almost there, I tell you and where I'm at now is writing short stories for the screen. Humbly, of course, but more so modestly. Yes, I drink, but it's only the fuel to the fire that burns in my soul to find the absurd and the meaning of what a man, Sartre, once called Nausea. My words are flowing rapidly and I'm learning more as I read the great works. Call me a cynic but today's day is much more impersonal  than I could ever imagine. The library is a great place drunk. One could wander for hours searching for the most innate text and still be a fanatic to the journey. My journal is for facts while my mind is for imagination.  A friend of mine and myself laid on a bed one evening. She looked at the ceiling, as did I. My first question was do you see the stars, and the realist in her said no.I found myself in a jungle on the ceiling with mythical creatures and epic landscapes. The mind is the source for make believe, we create our own ways of  seeing the world, what appeals to us and what is attractive enough to make us want to believe. And believe to live. Fully live, with all hands on deck nihilism. For the scared magistrate handles no cases and a dishonored judge pleases no innocent man.

Now all I need is a girlfriend...

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