| Looking at records, you
get a comfortable feeling. Most of the covers and artwork are engaging
and/or relaxing to look at. I've gotten quite a few new ones
in lately, and I love looking at them. I haven't opened any yet,
but just the feel of them, to touch and look at the somewhat perfect qualities
of them.
I cut my finger rather badly earlier this week. I wore a band-aid for three days, just to make sure I did not aggravate or infect the wound. Today I didn't wear one, and over the course of the day, the originally somewhat soft skin around the area hardened, and became rather insensitive and rough. It's a metaphor for people: the ones that get bruised badly in life eventually develop a tough exterior that doesn't let much through. I think I'm at this point nowadays. Somewhat lonely, rearranging my records for the second time since I've been home, I decided that I'll buy a larger cd holder to hold the expanding collection, rather than box some of the ones I don't listen to as much. I'm thinking that maybe I'd like a girlfriend, to share the time with, feelings, rather than writing them down. I'd tell friends like Tim or someone, but I fear that it may make for awkward and unwanted conversation. Besides, they'll be plenty of time for that next schoolyear. As for the significant other bit, I don't know quite what to make of it, or who to make my latest victim... |