{"id":5743,"date":"2019-05-06T16:23:41","date_gmt":"2019-05-06T21:23:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=5743"},"modified":"2019-05-06T16:23:41","modified_gmt":"2019-05-06T21:23:41","slug":"when-i-write-down-my-thoughts-pt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/05\/06\/when-i-write-down-my-thoughts-pt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"When I Write Down My Thoughts pt 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If you missed part one of this, you should go read it! But the jist of this is that I write down days and times and thoughts I have then. I&#8217;ve gotten really bad at remembering to do it, or maybe I&#8217;m not just thinking of much that&#8217;s notable enough to write down. Either way here we go, enjoy.<\/p>\n<p>\/\/\/<\/p>\n<p>March 22<\/p>\n<p>10:55 am<\/p>\n<p>I smashed a bug on the carpet today. It looked so confused, reminded me of how my blind dog\u00a0 gets when she doesn&#8217;t where she is. I tried to get it to go the opposite direction, nudging it with my foot, but it wouldn&#8217;t. It flipped on its back occasionally, only to flip back over and scurry towards me. I smashed it. Stepped on it a few times before its exoskeleton caved in on itself. I&#8217;m not sure if I did it to put it out of its misery or if I just don&#8217;t like bugs.<\/p>\n<p>March 25<\/p>\n<p>8:09 pm<\/p>\n<p>I wonder how much it would hurt to pull muscle from bone.<\/p>\n<p>March 28<\/p>\n<p>11:19 am<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s an elderly lady in all blue with pineapple socks at this workshop that isn&#8217;t writing and looks half-dead.<\/p>\n<p>April 12<\/p>\n<p>1:12 pm<\/p>\n<p>I want to write something pretty about tulips.<\/p>\n<p>April 14<\/p>\n<p>10:30 pm<\/p>\n<p>I want to write but my words aren&#8217;t meshing together into one coherent thought or maybe I just don&#8217;t have good ideas or good words.<\/p>\n<p>April 15<\/p>\n<p>2:35 pm<\/p>\n<p>People tell me that actions speak louder than words but what do I do? I&#8217;m a writer isn&#8217;t that the point of my existence?<\/p>\n<p>April 27<\/p>\n<p>7:07 pm<\/p>\n<p>Even if they don&#8217;t know, I know.<\/p>\n<p>April 30<\/p>\n<p>9:04 am<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never wanted more time until now, and suddenly it&#8217;s all I want.<\/p>\n<p>May 4<\/p>\n<p>6:59 pm<\/p>\n<p>I saw Endgame today and all I could think about was how I got bangs.<\/p>\n<p>May 5<\/p>\n<p>5:59 pm<\/p>\n<p>I think I want to throw myself into another self transformation. Maybe it&#8217;s because I&#8217;m trying to avoid feeling. Oh well.<\/p>\n<p>May 6<\/p>\n<p>8:03 am<\/p>\n<p>I think when I love, it starts out as Pragma; a love driven by the head, not the heart. Then it morphs into something that isn&#8217;t quite mania, but also isn&#8217;t eros. I love too hard, but it makes me happy in the moment. Ew, this is cringey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If you missed part one of this, you should go read it! But the jist of this is that I write down days and times and thoughts I have then. I&#8217;ve gotten really bad at remembering to do it, or maybe I&#8217;m not just thinking of much that&#8217;s notable enough to write down. Either way &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/05\/06\/when-i-write-down-my-thoughts-pt-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;When I Write Down My Thoughts pt 2&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5743"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5743"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5743\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5950,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5743\/revisions\/5950"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}