Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

determined

Another weekend with the children is begun.  I have never felt so marvelously alive.  The boys cashed in the gift cards from my brother, so we are well equipped to pass the time.  Tess is swirling socially.  Ah, youth.

My singing is becoming renowned since I took it public, at least in my close circles.  I am compelled to take myself outside, to confront and interact.  Handling the attention has always been at the core of my problems, so I am taking the bull by the horns.  I have erased my fears.

The struggle never ends, so far as I know, and the struggle is the joy.  Gamers know what I mean. 

Life is Now.

M

posted by: Malinov at 20:05 | link | comments (2) |

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#1  17 January 2006 - 09:09

 

You have problems handling attention?

Are you shy? ;-)

solyluna

#2  20 January 2006 - 09:40

 

my parents taught me to survive by lying low - a strategy that backfired as my non-assertiveness was often perceived as a ploy, generating suspicion which led me even deeper into hiding - I have been shy, but mostly I am just introverted - non-fictional reality is only a tiny bit of my life experience

M

Malinov

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