just minishorts.

Have I been overposting?

I wonder.

Have I been sending mixed signals?

I wonder.

You'd wonder what she's thinking. What's happening. What, as Sharon asked, what's with the mess?

So I'm telling you now: what's mess? What mess are you talking about? There's no mess. It's just me, myself and minishorts. A perception is such because you choose to perceive. An impression is such, because you choose to impress it upon yourself as such.

For example. A smile. If I smile, I feel happy, therefore I'm happy. A tear, if I tell myself I need to cry to let it out, and I focus on getting that out, then I will get it out. Love, if I tell myself that I love, then I love. If I tell myself that I don't love, then I don't love. Missing you, if I choose to tell myself that I miss you, then I miss you. Same thing, if I tell myself that you miss me, then you miss me. It's the simple 'truth prophecy' that educators all love to talk about. 'Tell a kid that he's stupid, then he's stupid. Tell a kid that he's smart, he will be smart.'

So. Like in The Matrix, 'There is no spoon.'

I can say this, 'There is no mess.'

And I actually believe it. Nice, eh?

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