...The Moon Was Profound....
Nov. 29th, 2001 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksToday was a very nice day - nice in the sense beautiful. The crisp air, the slate-grey sky, the slight yet near-omnipresent hazy. The leafless trees and the cool breeze, though it was by no means cool enough for the sweatshirt I was wearing. Not nearly.
Now then, as is typical, one might suspect that I'm being sarcastic, that I'm mockingly saying it was a nice day when I really thought it was drab and dreary. One would of course expect this of me because they themselves believe that I have just described a drab and dreary day. But I mean what I said in all truthfulness - it was a beautiful day.
I was, however, in a good mood today, which - as is typical - got me to thinking. Is on'e preception of the world based in their mood. that is, will a "dreary" day look beautiful to one in a good mood while, contra-wise, a "beautiful" day will look dreary to one in a bad mood. This theory seems to hold - that is, it seems apparent that, yes, the world is good when you're happy, and dismal when you're not. However, I noticed something else - after a much too short nap (20 min), I had to get up out of bed and go to work. Needless to say, I was very grumbly. However, it was still a beautiful day. It only follows, then, that either the previous theory is fallous, or I was not truely in a foul mood, and I'm not sure which it was. I THINK I was, and maybe still am, in a foul mood - not so much misterable nessessarily, more so 'discontent' maybe. But as I said, I'm not sure, and it's of little use wondering on it.
In other news, I got an e-mail back from Sara Buckley today! Now, you figment-people won't remember me sending her a letter, mostly because it happened before this Journal began. in anycase, it was very good hearing back from her. For those who don't know, Sara is a good friend of mine who I haven't seen in ages, and I think it can be agreed that hearing back from old friends is always a good thing.
On a similar note, it's now been one week since I sent that letter to Katie Lapp, in all it's simplicity, and still no word back. While that doesn't specifically tell me anything, the silence speaks volumes. Ah well, you win some, you lose some, and really, who's to say whether I've lost, or won, or even if the fight is over. ::Shrugs:: That's life.
And, in a final closing note, tomarrow is the dance with Claire. ^_^ I'm rather psyched about that. But I'm also really tired - I may well go to bed early t'night.
Now then, as is typical, one might suspect that I'm being sarcastic, that I'm mockingly saying it was a nice day when I really thought it was drab and dreary. One would of course expect this of me because they themselves believe that I have just described a drab and dreary day. But I mean what I said in all truthfulness - it was a beautiful day.
I was, however, in a good mood today, which - as is typical - got me to thinking. Is on'e preception of the world based in their mood. that is, will a "dreary" day look beautiful to one in a good mood while, contra-wise, a "beautiful" day will look dreary to one in a bad mood. This theory seems to hold - that is, it seems apparent that, yes, the world is good when you're happy, and dismal when you're not. However, I noticed something else - after a much too short nap (20 min), I had to get up out of bed and go to work. Needless to say, I was very grumbly. However, it was still a beautiful day. It only follows, then, that either the previous theory is fallous, or I was not truely in a foul mood, and I'm not sure which it was. I THINK I was, and maybe still am, in a foul mood - not so much misterable nessessarily, more so 'discontent' maybe. But as I said, I'm not sure, and it's of little use wondering on it.
In other news, I got an e-mail back from Sara Buckley today! Now, you figment-people won't remember me sending her a letter, mostly because it happened before this Journal began. in anycase, it was very good hearing back from her. For those who don't know, Sara is a good friend of mine who I haven't seen in ages, and I think it can be agreed that hearing back from old friends is always a good thing.
On a similar note, it's now been one week since I sent that letter to Katie Lapp, in all it's simplicity, and still no word back. While that doesn't specifically tell me anything, the silence speaks volumes. Ah well, you win some, you lose some, and really, who's to say whether I've lost, or won, or even if the fight is over. ::Shrugs:: That's life.
And, in a final closing note, tomarrow is the dance with Claire. ^_^ I'm rather psyched about that. But I'm also really tired - I may well go to bed early t'night.
