Time and date

I make a habit of putting a time and date on everything I write that is of relevance. Blog posts don't need this because it's better to remain a little mysterious, but just for the sake of it, it's 22:22 and it's Christmas Eve 2009. I don't get tired easily and why would I want to sleep? This is going to be the strangest Christmas ever (so far in my life would be a better way to put it...) but there are so many presents under the tree that I'm happy anyway.

Right now I'm chiding myself for that because it means I am one of those awful people who goes by material possessions alone, relying on them to provide happiness. Well, that's what it looks like, but I don't think I really am- I treasure memories more than anything, and the thing that gets me from one day to the next is thinking about the future and the new things- knowledge mainly- I will gain, from living.

I don't meet or see many people these days who take a good look at things the way they are. How upsetting it would be for the unobservant to become blind and never to have seen the world, or would they be unaware? Would they not know what they were missing, having never seen it in the first place? I always sit and wonder.

They don't put a time and date on things, I think, because due to their ignorance there is less for them to write about. I can write for hours about the things around me if I really wish to, but I want to do other things as well and at the same time, even if it is impossible for me to do so. I want to listen to a song on the internet, and play my guitar or my piano, at the same time, though it would clash horribly and make little or no musical sense at all.

What I enjoy the most about being observant is that through being observant and noting to someone the things you see them doing, they become more observant and do the same to you and to other people and you can have a laugh about these silent, secret things, because the less observant members out of our circle of friends haven't been watching or paying attention as we have.

One friend can tell exactly how I'm feeling over the phone. One accuses me of being distant before I know it myself, or points out weird things- "you clean when you're stressed." I realise these friends are right... And it spooks me in a good way, and a way that I want others to be spooked in too.

22:31. In 89 minutes, it will be Christmas Day.

Goodnight.