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I am a coma gadget girl. (said sadly)

Wednesday, July 26, 2006


I first wanted to post this on someone else’s blog as a comment but thought, in the end, better not. Better not add my rant to a stranger’s home. Because, that person might not want to hear about it and I don’t want to upset anyone. Assuming that nobody wants to be disturbed...

Today, talking about misfortunes, I spun jokes about how often when we lose our marbles, drop a puzzle box or CD carrier and everything falls down around you, often, you will take a second or two to watch it unfold until you realize "I have to pick things up". The people around you also take a second or two to observe, understand and react to what just happened. Sometimes, they just stand there and watch you gathering. But they do, I imagine, feel something. They think "Awe. I hate it when that happens (to me)." And go on their way.

Some people could think "Awe. Maybe this person might need my help." or "This person could sure use my help." So they move and participate and the show then becomes interactive. They bend down next to you and maybe smile and help you put things back in their place. (Sometimes they find new places and it is the good kind.)

But there are many people like me who often think that people don’t want to interact. They don’t want to be bothered by someone they don’t watch movies with. So the world ends up being a stage. We watch, feel and sometimes, maybe, flip the channel or get some chips. We walk around perceiving situations and believe (or abide) this scene cannot be altered or it is self-reliant. No wonder so many people feel alone and out of place.

I want to say that if you ever see me lose my marbles, I will appreciate any help offered.

Thank you.

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posted by Primessa Espiritu
5:41 pm



6 Comments:

Blogger business voodoo said...

well ... if this was a rant, you are a gentle soul indeed ... the small refridge is a great idea so long as you remember to stock it with real food that will actually feed your body and not just fill your stomach (that's the mom in me!) ...
beautiful blog ...
keep it up!
peace & harmony,
elaine
'freedom must be exercised to stay in shape!'

6:35 pm, July 26, 2006  
Blogger Urileye said...

Thank you Elaine (and the mom in you).

5:05 pm, July 27, 2006  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Not a problem, I'll probably be on the floor picking mine up anyway. Very easy rant!!

6:46 pm, July 27, 2006  
Blogger Rob said...

I am not good at asking for help. I tend to struggle on. You seem smarter than me in that respect.

7:04 pm, July 27, 2006  
Blogger goatman said...

I loved "Ammores Perros" but seem to be the only one having seen it, till you. Have you seen "Spring,Summer,Fall,Winter, Spring"?
Korean I believe, very pleasant.
Peace

4:25 pm, July 28, 2006  
Blogger Urileye said...

I have. Touching and inspiring. The scene where the child has to return to his previous trail with a stone tied to his back was heartbreaking...

1:14 pm, July 30, 2006  

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