Dear Jenny

Jenny is by no means dear today. She just updated her livejournal, which she hasn't done for a few years. And you'd think she could have come up with something spectacular for a live journal entry after two years, but she didn't. Quickly she realized that writing in third person wasn't that spectacular either.

"SHHH" I am at work.

What is the point of this ? What is the point of anything? Hasn't everyone asked themselves these questions? So what is the point of asking them too? There's no point? SIGH. How very sartre of me....and even that makes me bored.

Have you ever read the poem "THE HOLLOW MEN?" by TS ELIOT? It's very good. I was really disappointed to learn that it didn't mean what i thought it meant. It actually had some entirely different meaning and I didn't agree with the meaning. It should have been what I thought it meant. That would make more sense. I've thus reassigned the meaning of that poem. And TS ELIOT is going to have to live with it...er die with it.

I have another question though. I've been struggling with creating art. I don't want to create it anymore. Isn't art about conceptualizing? Or is it about beauty? What is it about? If it is really about conceptualizing does it really need to be created? If it has a meaning, isn't the meaning already formulated in our minds so we really don't have to create it? If we have to create it then maybe Art is about ego versus creation. I'm so confused.

So why would I paint something? Of course I love the sensation of paint and something about that is really beautiful. And beauty in and of itself is relevant. But what about concept? Wasn't it already created? Doesn't that already exist? Therefor I don't have to physically create it.

I need a new therapist.

This session today was not so good. I should really strike it from the record.