Maybe the whats-we-want keep changing to whats-we-aren't-almost-having; maybe this is only for those of us westerners who are still the way we are because we aren't otherwise. What good is it to be perfectly content with everything as is? tostrivetoreachandnottoyield. is that the question? Or is that the prime directive?

Sounds like StarTrek but my brain wants me to think it's that one guy with the poetry. Quoted in that movie that still sources me with the only bits of poetry that'll stick to my crunkly skullsides.

So trying to steer back clear of those edges - i simply can't imagine being me and not looking forward to something. We know, I know, I feel I know even if I can't know, that no one ever hits a thing and says, "oh yep, there it is! I've gotten here, I'm done. I've won!" Emotions are there, inside the inside, and we paint them onto whatever external things there are to paint them on to as we experience them.

I was angered this morning, arriving at the office at 5am because the moving around was happening after I left yesterday and I just KNEW they wouldn't have our offices (those of the ones of us in my company sorta subleasing the space temporarily-like) wired up to our network things. I arrived, 5am, I was right! No network connections to any of the jacks.

Anger! Mad! Steamy-ears! Except that .5 seconds after the steamy-ears I thought, "it's nice, now, I have something to rant about to someone, something to complain about, some cross to strap to my subbrain." We just have to have the emotions we have, and the world is big enough to accomodate.

My lucerations are sled-riding now into the painful center of a thingy. I accidentally bought kreme-filled krimpies at the market instead of kreme-filled koffee kakes.

Grag.