on the melodrama of it all:

sometimes i get swept up in it, and that's kind of fun for a while.

but sometimes i am absoultely not swept up in it, and instead i watch it and that's not fun, per se, but it makes me smile, the real inside, eyes shining smile. NOW seems like a peculiar time to be watching it and moreover a peculiar time to be smiling, given current life events that it would seem to me should be more, say, affecting, but hey, I'll take it. (Forgive the ambiguity- sorry, but that's all you're gonna get. : ) )

the notion that just crossed my mind? its this, this strange part of me that can just step out and appreciate the lifeyness of it all as its unfolding that makes life- all of life- beautiful to me. even a good tragedy can be appreciated when you're looking outside in rather than inside out.

here's to life, and to seeing what makes it wonderful. : )