From Latin diārium (“a daily allowance for soldiers, Late Latin also a diary”), neuter of * diarius < dies (“a day”).
diary (plural diaries)
- A daily log of experiences, especially those of the writer.
- The method or media used to keep such experiences.
- They kept separate diaries. His was on paper and her diary was on her computer’s hard drive.
- (UK, Canada) A calendar or appointment book.
08 June 2011
Who am I? Well…I shall try to tell you…but it’s…difficult…because….I change so much from day to day.. I’m atypically aware of it.
I often feel as if I represent myself, but most of the time my body and lower consciousness are just representative of whatever it is my higher thought process is..well, THINKING. O_O
But that is not something I have been able to form a concise opinion upon just yet.. For now, we will restrain the conversation to what I DO know.
Who am I? I am a good human being, love — if at times, a [very, very] bad person. I do not lie or cheat or steal. I try very hard to listen closely to others; attentive to their needs and wants…with closeness I can usually hear what it is they are with just so much more than only ears.
It is troublesome some times, to be screamed at day-in-day-out…and from so MANY different sources.
A hoarder of intimacy.
I listen to my instincts; I am inherently selfish. Every single thing I do in the daily life is in the interest of my own horded self–specific-benefit; I can see that when I look at it from the long-term. I am ego-centric and look-upon most others as inexplicably plain. I am not impressed with situations very easily.
I genuinely care for the people in my life and am embracing of the fact that nothing and no one lasts forever. I am an embracer of change as the constant. When it comes to relationships with the other kind, I have no problem admitting that I unconditionally *love* them. It is something that I really can’t commit to turn off – although because of this I have come to see that I can also be rather inextricably hurt.
The demeaning of the vulnerable… I’m expecting of nothing now.
I really like to be around new and exciting people; I enjoy eating, cooking, sleeping, seeding; spending time in the honest and connected open company of other people.
I recently purchased a website to help me filter the inner rage/hatred of this society (and my own personal weaknessES) straight out onto the page. It keeps me sane…and I am a writer; a recorder of many things…at times it can help to RIGHT it..even when things are going well. =)
I enjoy the writing and also like to read. Learning is something I do on a regular basis, as well. I take risks..and I learn a lot. I sing. I dance. I glide. I go for long walks and hikes quite deep into the little bit of earth I can discover beneath the layers and layers of concreted pavement…..to where it’s warmer.
I make unwise decisions and, through my stupidity, I can sometimes manage to hurt others unintentionally. When the timing is right, and it’s just the right moment and light…well sometimes..then, SOMETIMES… I live it just right.
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