Why do my thoughts wander so much, I hope I have not messed up my
preparation for the Algorithms exam:
04th February 2002 @ 21:10
I belong to Jacks head, firmly fixated on the top of his shoulders. So I am on
top, deservedly, cause I run Jacks Body and I give substance to his soul in
conjunction with his heart.
I am keen analytically, process information in truckloads to produce results, I
struggle when given little information within these artificial confines, like a
novice swimmer in a raging sea, making things only more worse than they
should be, other times solving problems that affect the way the world is.
I love it when Jack is with his friends, my neurons flash all over the place,
sending out the right signals, making Jack feel good. I also love it when I must
think creatively. It’s just amazing how everything comes together when I
instruct the body to music or write this page.
Locked away within me are thousands of memories, some that make Jack laugh
and some that make him cry. Occasionally, I flash through all these memories,
sometimes the situation demands it, sometimes I just want to be reflective.
Jack has figured out what can manually push me into overdrive. Often he must
use these means to push me way over the edge to feel good. He eventually
learns that the downtime is not worth it.
I hate most my sense of regret and resentment, its like an entire Planet falling
down on me which I must struggle to shoulder. The rest of Jack suffers and
shuts down too.
I also hate it when Jack uses his heart more than me. I also know that Jack can
never replace me although he may be able to replace his heart. Even if
tomorrow they did figure out how they may replace me, I know that Jack won’t
be Jack any more.
What Jack does not know is that it is not his heart but it is me that drives his
soul.
He’ll learn, It’s all in the mind I guess… 🙂
… This World Needs Friends …
31st January 2002 @ 16:56
Who accept you and tolerate you, they boost your esteem and they help keep
your morale high. They convince you that your Human.