I just got back from the ocean. It was nice; I couldn't bring my phone or computer, and I really enjoyed the break from my friends back home. I can't handle them much anymore.
I really love the beach. I want to write poetry about it, but I'm not sure if I can. The ocean is religious to me. If there's a god, I think She's the sea. It's beyond words, really. I collected so many seashells I could barely carry them all, and I made sure to give away all of my favorites, because I think it's good to give when you don't want to. If you can give away your favorite thing, good things exist in the world. I read that in Anthony Kiedis's autobiography. I think he's right.
I'm really tired of everyone living out soap operas. One day, I'm going to have a house, and I'm going to fill it with a bunch of platonic lifemates who will live with me and hang out with me and will never get jealous of anyone because we'll all just be friends.
