Thank you for Dad. Four years, dead and gone. March 7th. One of the few sacred things left.
IAWL: Wrote back to Uncle T.
Verdict: good. I remembered Dad.
TWO: I need to just talk to people. I hate that I objectify people and only want to talk to certain people. Why not everyone. Need to be much more active, less passive, in meeting people. Practice being Colonel Slade, Gateway, UJE. Practice imposing that feeling I had at J-house tonight, like I was actually a Slade like character.
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About Me
- ComePassion
- “... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” PB
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