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whydoihaveablog:

It’s come to my attention that I am the most boring young woman alive.

I don’t often attend parties because I’ve learned that I generally hate parties. Sometimes, occasionally, a few times during the year, I like to excessively drink and excessively smoke and talk and laugh with people I didn’t know before, don’t care about then, and will roll my eyes at in the morning.

But mostly, I just hate it all. Keg stands? Shot gunning beers? Posing for pictures, always those goddamn pictures, that will eventually end up on Facebook? How are these things still fun for some people?

I think my Having Fun gene runs recessive.

I don’t know why I’m writing about parties. That is only 15% of the reason why I’m the most boring young woman alive.

I fear I’m running out knowledge on how to have, or be, fun.

dondante:

“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”

- Jack Kerouac, Selected Letters 1957-69 (via: myserendipities)