23097028

I ran into a simple romantic with a gift for words, and then came here inspired to a little honesty of my own.I love my friends, more than they may even know. I am happiest with them, sitting on a couch or sailing in a car, cutting jokes and polishing them up, curled up in a restaurant booth, listening to their stupid problems, and telling them my more stupider ones. They cross my mind more than anything else during the day.I love Sunday mornings tearing through the paper, drinking strong coffee and feeling spoiled the way I throw each section in a disorganized pile on the floor as I am through with it as if I rule the world for the next twenty minutes.I love naps.I love listening to intelligent people who help me forget my own venerated opinions.I love that the banal activities of life are easier for me to accomplish with good music playing. I can clean, I can work, I can get through just about anything.I love a really good question.I love buying into any and all meta-scientific mythologies, because it feels like I’m doing Yoga on my imagination.I love people who have little or no boundaries in musical taste.I love a child-like sarcasm filled with vitriol and wonder at the same time.I love that every time I stand at the ocean, I think it’s a miracle that everything exists. And I feel small and lucky at the same time. I love even more letting the waves beat the shit out of me; it’s good for my ego.I love Goth kids, with their gloomy outlook and pale skin and colored hair. I just want to hug them and thank them for reminding us that even depression can be loads of fun.I love a good tasteless joke that makes people giggle even minutes later.I love curling my hands around a warm mug of tea when it’s cold or rainy outside.I love playwrighting, seeing that I have completed 3 or five pages a day, or coming to the end of a scene and feeling good enough about it in its first draft.I love that most self-proclaimed anarchists look pretty much the same – same dress, same slouch. I want to hug them.I love it when people first read or see my plays and understand and empathize with the questions I am asking, because then my thoughts don’t feel so alone.I love that I can always do things that I find humorous. I love how I take a joke too far for my own amusement, and I love that the people who love me, do so because of or in spite of my talent for saying out loud anything that crosses my mind.I love my cat. I love that she trusts me so much that nothing I do makes her even flinch. I love that she seems to need me so much (and not just for food).I love that so many things in the world interest me. It makes it easier for me to ignore the things that don’t.

..