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Can I turn it off now

Can I turn off this mind that's always figuring
Can I quit being interested in every word that's spoken, every bit, every piece, every clue about every human being
Can I stop being obsessed with what it all means
What this part means and this part
It has gotten to the point where I can't be offended by anything anymore because I'm caught up in the cultural ramifications
I can't be interested in anything because I am obsessed with why I am interested
Asking me to fill out an about me and I can just put a <3

Actually that's not true, I am just going through this change
This deep figuring
I thought about deleting this blog weeks ago and all of a sudden I can't stop posting

I am interested in plenty of stuff
I am obsessed with YouTube people
Blogging people
Etsy people
An artist, a musician
I have no idea who famous people are any more
Screen name people are a common subject at my dinner table

I read an interesting article about Gen Y, actually it grouped me in with them, while Strauss and Howe don't, don't agree with all of it, it seems like every time I read real published news it's obviously exaggerated or slanted and I am repelled. I don't know why I was so intimidated about being a real journalist, they need smart, discerning people who can write well.

I share some characteristics with X and some Y, really 50/50. The Y work ethic, I don't quite have that. I like it, but I have the X mentality of never feeling like I can do better, and I better do as well as I can if I want to even survive. Asking my company for a nap room, that's amusing, but my concern is survival, physically and emotionally.

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