I've been so in my head lately.
I suppose it makes sense.
I'm going through my first experience with therapy, digging through so much past trauma and shame.
It's all a bit unsettling.
Not to mention that I am already predisposed to long philosophical ponderings.
And I am studying philosophy and history, the textbook example of things a person too in their head would study.
And what do I do in my time off?
I write musings on here and elsewhere.
I contemplate film theory and narrative structure.
I think about feminism, and racism, and class warfare, and social justice.
I'm reading a book about the neuroscience of women's sexual desire for fun.
I am way too in my head right now.
I am young.
I shouldn't be reading about the female orgasm,
I should be providing them.
Or both. I can and should be doing both of those things.
I'm not saying intellectual pursuits aren't worthy,
I'm just saying these pursuits should supplement a life.
They aren't life itself.
I've been all jazz and classical
I need to be rock and roll.
And here I was going to end this entry with "I just don't know how to do that."
But that's bullshit.
Thinking about how I am going to do more with my life is still just more thinking.
I am just going to go out and live a little.
9:08 p.m. - 2014-09-01
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