A butterfly mind.

I figure that its an apt enough description of my mind. A mind that flits from subject to subject extracting a little information then moving on. It's a poetic description which forces a semblance of order onto my mind which is usually so unruly.

I wanted to continue some kind of imagery. But anything I came up with sounded pretentious. So it stays as is it seems. I've got a wisdom tooth at least I think so. Just one of them. Usually they come in pairs. It's annoying but bearable.

Pandora is available in NZ now. It's internet radio and the choices and ratings you give songs slowly start to build up the Database's view of you. Allowing it to more intelligently predict what music you might like. In other wise it's very nice for people like me who know definitively if they like a song or don't by one listen. I can ban that song from my station and then if I feel the need I can bring it back. Magic as it were.

Ever had a token item? That one thing that makes you feel better, seem like you perform better or just... I don't know you just feel like the world will end if you don't know exactly where it is and that its safe. I've got three. And they all represent something. I know it seems cheesy but to a mind like mine it seems so logical. I can be irrational at times. One is a band of beads that a friend brought me, represents my friends and how they will always be behind me. The next is a watch, my grandparents got it for me and it's probably the watch I've kept track of for the longest time. The analog hand is broken and the alarm goes off midnight each  night and I can't stop it. But I love it to bits. The last... is incredibly cheesy but I can't help that. I do feel self conscious every time I talk about it but I think it's understandable.  It's a green jelly bracelet that Rachel gave me. It means nothing to most people. But that green band means a lot to me. Perseverance, love, loss, desire. But mostly it means that there are good things, good people in the world and even if you aren't intimately involved with them that doesn't stop you being a part of it. Just because you made a mistake that doesn't mean that it's over. It's just different, and things change all the time, whether we want it or not.

What is love? My parents tell me I don't know what love is. I think I knew what it was. Which got me thinking as is what normally happens when I think of something like this. Is love an ideal, a state of mind, a physical feeling. Why can't I know what love is? I think love is something that gets added to, changed, evolves. You have what you know and as time goes on, as you love and you lose and then find love in a different way your version of love changes. It becomes better or worse, it becomes more finite or less clear. It will never be the same as anyone else's. Just the same as no two people will ever be alike. So if someone tells you that you don't know what love is then I don't think they're right, you just don't know love in the same way they do.