#another beer

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​Lo! ... A Disco!

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Merry Christmas One and All - Have a terrific day :)!!!

Orson Welles' Homemade Christmas Cards

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Hi I'm Alan and I've Had Three Thousand Beers

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Revelling in it

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Drunk and onto drink number 5

[bonethought]

I find the way the mind adopts others to be odd and fascinating. For example; sometimes, not always, when I have to deal with some kind of mild figure of authority, like my supervisor, over something I find myself planning out what I intend to say in my friend Millie's voice; as though she is saying it. She's calm, and good at articulating what she intends. Again, sometimes, but not always, when I want to rage against some specific botherence that is the fault of no one or thing in particular I can hear the thoughts articulated the I imagine my friend Manolo might.

I assume this to be basically universal to everyone. Maybe I'm wrong.

But it gets me thinking; how much of me is me? Am I myself or am I the sum total of bits and pieces picked up from various interactions I've had until now? I know, this kind of thing is so terribly basic, believe me, but I can't help but dwell on it every now and again.

But then it follows; do those people extend through me? When I want to complain about something does the language of my brother break through? When I greet people in an online call do people hear the inflection I adopted from my friend? Can people hear my friend Richard in the way I pronounce certain words? Do they pick up the hand gesture I did from my Italian friends? When I am short with someone, is that my father? Would anyone notice? Would any of these pass on to others?

You can look up your genetic history; what percentage of what ethnic group you have. What if they did the same with personality?

I think there'd be a fucking fight.

Knowing how much of us is made up of who and where? I'd be too curious to avoid but I'd certainly balk at knowing. Are you ten percent you? Less? Is most of yourself predicated on a house party you were at when you were nineteen? Could it even be measured?

But maybe that's it. No one is one, we're all just a multitude carrying all our people with us one way or the other. Genes, skin, mind, personality.

I don't know.

I only know one thing.

I am going to have another beer.

Maybe two.

[country-girl-in-pearls]

[paradoxymora]

I had a really frustrating thing happen at work today as soon as I got in where I was having trouble doing something and the guy was just standing there waiting for like half an hour and it made me SUPER anxious and I still haven’t come down from the anxiety like three hours later :\