So yeah. It's been two months since my last entry. I suck. I am a slacker. There is no hope for me....and I'm still obsessed with the end of the world. Swine flu anyone? Yikes. To quote Xander from Buffy: : "I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away."
Speaking of hiding... I'm finding myself quite fascinated with the works of Anais Nin. She was so brutally honest. I guess that appeals to me because I spend so much of my time trying to soften the edges in my life, in the lives of those I love. Trying to shelter my child from hurt. Making our home a haven. Nin's brand of writing is like a unexpected push into frigid water. A slap in the face. It hurts, makes you aware of everything around you with a million tiny needle pricks. Yet, you come out somehow refreshed and ....new.
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, .. and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom(when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this(or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.”-Anais Nin
