Feeeeeeelings.

Feelings.
Conscience.
Anger.
Heat.
Tears.
Aceptance.
Feel better.
Move Forward.

So I went to see this play the other night out here called "The dead mans cell phone" and I am still thinking about it right now for more reasons then the fact that they said "Girl, you dont know your ass from youre dickens" and when people died in that play where ever they go to they kiss by rubbing head hairs. Ahh the things I find cute.
but I am still thinking about it for a number of reasons.
I dont remember exactly but they said something about how talking on a cell phone is so impersonal, everyone can hear youre hole conversation and no body seems to mind that now a days, and another part of it was that after you have that conversation it is lost, into nowhere, into thin air. I guess you might remember it but it is meaningless if its not written down. So millions of people are saying I love you into thin air. It needs to be documented to be real.
And then another part of it was a bout how people avoid things, like love, and they trick there self into liking someone or talk thereself out of being with someone, something I am overly guilty of, but I think the point of that in the play was that when you die in this play you go with whoever you truely love, like some people only love thereselfs, and I guess the main character realized that she didnt want to be alone she didnt want her life to dissapear into thin air, she didnt want to die in a diner and fall in love with the stranger sitting across from her, even then its only the unreaqited kind of love. so she wanted to love absolutly from that second on
I dont know, I guess some people just need a bigger wake up call then others.
"A womans life is love, a mans love is life"

I dont know if that made any sense but I am still thinking about it for some reason.
I'm not really sure how its made me feel yet.