Kobes is lame. Still a bit intrigued in a way, but he's right up there with the lamos, as much as I have tried to think he's different. Although, just because people are that sort doesn't make them bad. That's my old thought patterns talking, the ones that don't like his sort. But you know, I guess I'm sort of over him in a way. And not. Who cares. In conclusion he is part of those people that I have in the past decided not to like, and that's the way it is. I just keep going around in circles with my thoughts here- he's lame; but the lame people arn't so lame as I have said, they still have just as much value; therefore he's not that bad; and he seems to be different in some ways, a good person, and has qualities that I like; but he's still part of those sorts in the way he acts generally...
I doesn't really matter much to me anymore. He will always just be fictional Kobes of my mind.
You know, it's a terrible paradox with Annelise: it seems that the only thing that really helps her, that gives any hope at the moment, is lithium, yet it is particularly sensitive, and involes her not throwing up, but that is something that is very hard to do. It's quite ironic, the way life works out.
With Mariko having been in Concorde and now moved to Northside she must have tried tokill herself, or at least really hurt herself. And getting ECT now. She's far worse than I thought, although I guess I suspected.
But you know, it's silly with all this medical diagnosis stuff. As soon as something is labelled as a disease it changes the way one perceives it, making it more of something that is just chemicals not at all to do with the parson and their surroundings, and can only be helped by drugs and stuff. But when it's not diagnosed one perceives it as more able to be helped, and less the fault of the environment and all that, and not so apathetic thinking that you can do nothing. Which is silly, because really, if looked at in the annoying scientific way, it's all chemical, diagnosed or not, and no one can really be blamed or anything because it's just the way things are. I don't like science- it makes everything seem so hopeless and lifeless and not magical. I like a magical world! Damn science!
I had a dream just before I woke up this morning which was the police aftermath of Dad having dismembered Irene (his girlfriend). Not just dismembered, but completely cut up into lots of pieces. It began with me sort of fading into a conversation- an officer had fainted because it was so gross. And Dad had left some devious trap that I don't remember now. And also there was her head made out of glass that turned up in the back pocket of one of the police, face set in a scream. And it got smashed, I think.
So as you can tell I think very highly of that man.
Hanson is great!
Have a great time! Many perfect hugs to you, of the sort that only turn out properly in the mind. G'night.