Sometimes you feel sad when people remember things about you. Sometimes you want people to focus on the present, better you, rather than a past you that no longer exists.

(Once, i was reading a ki book, and i stumbled upon this part that goes 'The you years ago is not the same as the you now in both appearance and personality. So what is it that makes the past you and the present you the same person?')

And yet, if people don't remember things about you, they probably don't care enough, which isn't good either.

I hate how some people think like a primary school civics textbook. Please, there's a reason why these textbooks are for primary school kids.

I think such lines of thinking are just degrading to human nature. It assumes that humans are simple and that circumstances are simple, or can be made simple. But they're not. Half the time you don't know what's going on, or what the right thing to do is.

(If you think you know what the right thing to do is, and what you think is based on the cliche sayings of society, then you are obviously very, very deluded. Because morality can never be invented by humans, or it'll lose its value, for it'll be based on the whims and desires of human beings.)

So please, may the uncle outside my door stop imposing his cliche views on people in his very, very loud voice.

There are many things that, even though you know very clearly that God doesn't approve, you want them all the same.

I have discovered that I really love Louise Gluck's poetry.

Siren

I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.

I didn't want to go to Chicago with you.
I wanted to marry you, I wanted
Your wife to suffer.

I wanted her life to be like a play
In which all the parts are sad parts.

Does a good person
Think this way? I deserve

Credit for my courage--

I sat in the dark on your front porch.
Everything was clear to me:
If your wife wouldn't let you go
That proved she didn't love you.
If she loved you
Wouldn't she want you to be happy?

I think now
If I felt less I would be
A better person. I was
A good waitress.
I could carry eight drinks.

I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus--
In the dream, she's weeping, the bus she's on
Is moving away. With one hand
She's waving; the other strokes
An egg carton full of babies.

The dream doesn't rescue the maiden.

- Louise Glück