Intuition is a suspension of logic due to impatience

I've noticed more and more lately, and I don't know whether it's just me or people as a whole, but I'm being more and more impatient as time goes on.

I want answers to my questions as soon as I ask them. I want the knowledge and I want to learn so I can put things into practise right then and there. I want to book an appointment and have it set for the next day. I want to send a message and have a reply within the next ten seconds.

I want I want I want. That's all I seem to say lately. On top of that, I want it and I want it NOW.

I have a feeling that my impatience has grown due to Facebook, just a little bit. Facebook has made me feel like everyone's online and they have nothing better to do than just wait for a message from me and they have to reply as soon as they see the message.

I don't blame it all on facebook though. I've always been shit at waiting for something, especially when it's something I really want. I'll dwell on it, write out a plan of attack if I can, obsess over it then store it away, trying not to think about it until closer to the date that I can do/have/access it.

And it's put out of my mind with obsessing over something else, putting all of my thoughts into the next thing that I'll have to wait for, and the next and the next.

Obsession. I'm fairly obsessive, even if people don't realise or notice it. I can hold onto things for a long time. Especially when they're unattainable or if it's something I desperately want.

But I was talking about impatience....although I guess obsession ties into it pretty nicely. Oh well, it's another topic for another day.

The tattoo attracts and also repels precisely because it is different

It was a hard choice for a title today, I like these quotes too:

The world is divided into two kinds of people:  those who have tattoos, and those who are afraid of people with tattoos  ~Author Unknown

Ink to paper is thoughtful
Ink to flesh, hard-core.
If Shakespeare were a tattooist
We'd appreciate body art more ~Carrie Latet

Your body is a temple, but how long can you live in the same house before you redecorate?  ~Author Unknown
Not one great country can be named, from the polar regions in the north to New Zealand in the south, in which the aborigines do not tattoo themselves.  ~Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man

When the designs are chosen with care, tattoos have a power and magic all their own.  They decorate the body but they also enhance the soul.  ~Michelle Delio

Okay, no more tattoo quotes...for now.

I've been doing homework for one of my tafe subject, desktop publishing, and for a few of the assessments, you had to pick a subject and make into a newsletter, write articles about, blah blah blah.

So, I picked tattooing. 

For me, I've never seen tattooing as something dirty, I'm not using tattoos to 'fill the emptiness' of my life. I don't see it as something against 'God' or religion, for me tattooing is kind of like a religion.

When most people think about body art and getting saggy and old and wrinkly, they seem...I don't know, disgusted with the thought of tattoos fading, stretching, become something other than they were. I like the idea of it. I look forward to seeing what colour my skin will be, what shapes and countours the pictures on me will take in ten, twenty, fifty years time.

I know that people still think of them as dirty, associated with bikers and gangs and unclean back rooms in bars and seedy parlours.

I just find it ridiculous that some people think that tattoos are just...used to fill a hole, that someone's not comfortable with themselves, that they don't have any self esteem - and that's why they get tattoos.

I think that is a load of shit.

My tattoos give me a self-confidence boost. They make me feel better about myself, because now I have something of beauty on me. Now I have something worthy of being seen on my skin. Now I have something that represents me and my personality more than my 'normal' body ever has.

Now I have an excuse to show myself off a bit. Because I wouldn't do it normally.

I can picture hypothetical tattoos on myself, where they'll sit, what colours they'll be, what would look good next to it, surrounding it with other pictures. Makes me want another one even more now, 4 weeks and 2 days to go. 

Tattoos aren't permanent. They really aren't, because we don't live forever. They fade, they can be removed, they can be cut out. We die and we don't take our bodies with us. How can your soul take something with you that's attached to your body?  

Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty and dies with chaos

You get used to seeing certain things on the way to and from work. People rushing for the trains and trams so they're not late for work, people pushing into each other for a seat, then getting out their books and ipods to block out the world.

I'm used to patterns and routines of my morning commute to work, especially once I get off the tram and walk. I'm in a routine of seeing certain people in their spots along the way and I was rather disappointed this morning because I didn't see one of 'my people'.

There's shorts girl. No matter what the weather, she'll always be in the same pair of dark blue short shorts and a pair of runners with her backpack. It's been raining, freezing, humid, windy, sunny - she's never let me down by wearing stockings or a skirt or - god-forbid - a pair of pants.

Then you've got computer guy. He sits in the same spot every morning - in the window on the right where everyone can see him - with his laptop out, coffee on his right hand side, looking like he's been up for hours, staring at the computer screen. He doens't look nerdy, but that's all he seems to do.

And lastly we have...I don't have a nickname for him yet, because I can't choose between 'angles man' and 'the shnoz'. He's a skinny beanpole with all angled features and the biggest nose I've seen since Pinocchio. He's always walking to work in the opposite direction of me, nice looking suit hanging off his skinny frame and backpack swining off one arm.

I wonder whether these people notice me as much as I notice them. Maybe they could call me ipod girl or fatty or freckles or something along those lines, I don't know. I wonder whether there's someone whose noticed my daily routine and yet I haven't noticed that theirs coincides with my own.

Eh, I doubt it, but it would be kinda cool...in a weird, slightly odd way of course.

People watching, creepy when someone does it to you ,but perfectly acceptable when you're the one doing it.      

Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food

I had lots of great ideas to write about the past couple of weeks and since then have just plain forgotten them.

For the past two days I've been pressing snooze on my alarms in the morning because I want to get back to my dream, and that works, I've always been able to slip back into my dream if I've just woken up then gone back to sleep and then I can remember them and tell people the trippy, LSD-like dream that I had - or so I think they would be like.

But the past two days, as soon as I get up adn out of bed after pressing snooze 3 or 4 times, my dream slips entirely from my mind. I've been able to recall it after every snooze-button hit but for some reason, as soon as I tell myself to get out of bed, my dream just disappears like a puff of smoke. No matter how hard I try to recall it, I can't.

You know when you try to remember something and you can feel the memory in your head, it's floating around you, taunting you, tickling at you because it's right there in front of you but you just can't reach out and grab it, can't recall it.

I don't know if that makes sense, screw proofreading, I really don't mind if it makes no sense, cause no one reads this anyway.