Writing! A more sophisticated means of communication.

Me: Wish there wasn't so much drama...
Me: Wish life was easy...
Me: Wish everybody could find love...
Me: But whatever.
Me: Life is life... If it's hard, oh well.
Me: Just suck it up...
Me: sigh
Me: Me ish a depreshing person.
Me: Always so negative... A
D: omg hariiiiiiiiiison!!
Me: ?
D: what happened to u??
Me: Nutin...
Me: Whaddya mean?
D: idk.. u seem so tough n all
D: didnt think ull go all like that on me^^
Me: really big sigh
Me: Usually my writing is more expressive of my personality than my actions.
Me: The way I act around people and the way I speak is a facade built up from a decade and a half of experience...
D: awww harrison!!
D: u dont need to act, just be the guy u are right now
Me: Lol.
D: ii think hes cool!
Me:
Me: Thx.
D: anytime:]
Me: Just made my day... goes off whistling in Utopia
D: but yeah u should relli think abt being the person who u are right now, forever
D: hhaa utopia?
Me: For making my day... I went to go spend a few seconds in my head wandering around my own personal Utopia...
Me: If only the world were perfect...
Me: But then, the world is an imperfect place...
Me: Without imperfection, humans would be no more than chimpanzees without fur...
Me: It is our imperfection that makes humans so unique and beautiful...
Me: (Albeit, some humans are just downright ugly but that's another topic altogether... )
D: WOW!
D: hahaha nice
Me: Sometimes I shock myself at the words that seem to spill effortlessly from my mind when I just think about things...
Me: It's a curious thing when I suddenly find myself on a perfect path of thoughts forming words into sentences that seem magnificent...
Me: But in the end, it's all just a bunch of lies...
Me: I can never be perfect...
Me: They're just moments of focus and harmony with mind and thought...
Me: shocked
Me: Wow, there I go again rattling off...
Me: So, what are you guys doing over the break?
D: haha u need a journal dude!
D: nothing.. i think
Me: Lol... I have one... I just don't bother putting all the endless crap that I think up on paper...
Me: Seems like such a mundane thing to do...
D: heyyy i do that!!
Me: We all wish for a perfect fantasy world, but in all reality, none of us will ever reach it. For the definition of fantasy is exactly that. Fantasy. And that's all it ever will be... But still, we all find ourselves dreaming off for a fantasy world to emerge...
Me: Maybe I will...
Me: I feel relieved now... I guess writing all that down helps... A form of stress relief, one might call it...
Me: Maybe that's the problem... with all the stuff that's going on, there's just too much stress in my life...
Me: Ah... but here's the snag...
Me: I haven't used a journal for one big reason...
Me: I can never seem to come up with this stuff on my own, but in a conversation with someone, particularly in writing, I can spill out my thoughts with ease.
Me: It's as if I need a spark to start the fire of the creativity process, then I can run by myself... Continuing a single-sided conversation indefinitely as I ponder the vagaries of life, love, and the pursuit of happiness in my own life.
D: i think ull be like a famous writer one day
Me: Lol...
Me: I always think of myself as an engineer...
Me: But more and more lately, I find myself drawn to writing...
Me: I seem to add more and more to my writing with each assignment, becoming less factual and statistical and more, well, not quite philosophical, but certainly more poetic and prophetic.
Me: Like with the Heart of Darkness essay...
Me: Heh... You're good.
Me: Now I feel like I had a chat with a shrink.
Me: *psychologist/shrink/psyche/pshrink
D: should i feel offended?
D: haha
Me: Lol...
Me: ...
D: haha
Me: I forgot what it was... there was a quote about laughter.
Me: Something along the lines of "laughter is the heart of life" or something...
Me: Whatever it was, it meant that laughter was good for the mind, the body, and the soul...
Me: It certainly does help to lighten the mood and make one feel better.