Past is prologue
QOTD: "Where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and who can say which has the wider vision?
I threw out my defunct Photo R200 printer today. I took it downstairs and put it in the dumpster. I almost cried. Despite the equally horrible expense of the ink in that printer, it was my favorite of all the printers I've had. Very sad. I almost went back for it. Apparently I'm very sensitive about my peripherals.
I'm up later than usual tonight because I was trying to get some chores done. Chores being things that need to be done, not really the expectation of chore things when you hear the word chore. Anyhow, I was ironing (which is a chore, but not one I was[n't] referring to) and I detected a scent I'd smelled long ago (where the smell came from, I'm uncertain) of the clothes of a guy that lived across the street from me for a while in high school. I've always loved that smell, which I can't readily identify except for being that smell, to the point of it being intoxicating. I figure it's one of those from-adolescence triggers. This, however, is not new. I reminisced for a moment about this guy, whose name I'm not even sure of any longer, and I remembered watching him from my bedroom window through a telescope when he'd mow the yard. I know, I know, this is all totally, massively cliché, but somehow until tonight I didn't really connect it like that. I was ill-informed of such a possible attraction at that age and I just didn't really comprehend the reality of that situation until just a few minutes ago. So wow, yeah. Feeling mostly daft, but glad that's battened down properly now. For clarification, it's not that I didn't know that I wanted to blow him, I just never realized that I was that guy that was watching from a window. Weird reality realignment for me.
I threw out my defunct Photo R200 printer today. I took it downstairs and put it in the dumpster. I almost cried. Despite the equally horrible expense of the ink in that printer, it was my favorite of all the printers I've had. Very sad. I almost went back for it. Apparently I'm very sensitive about my peripherals.
I'm up later than usual tonight because I was trying to get some chores done. Chores being things that need to be done, not really the expectation of chore things when you hear the word chore. Anyhow, I was ironing (which is a chore, but not one I was[n't] referring to) and I detected a scent I'd smelled long ago (where the smell came from, I'm uncertain) of the clothes of a guy that lived across the street from me for a while in high school. I've always loved that smell, which I can't readily identify except for being that smell, to the point of it being intoxicating. I figure it's one of those from-adolescence triggers. This, however, is not new. I reminisced for a moment about this guy, whose name I'm not even sure of any longer, and I remembered watching him from my bedroom window through a telescope when he'd mow the yard. I know, I know, this is all totally, massively cliché, but somehow until tonight I didn't really connect it like that. I was ill-informed of such a possible attraction at that age and I just didn't really comprehend the reality of that situation until just a few minutes ago. So wow, yeah. Feeling mostly daft, but glad that's battened down properly now. For clarification, it's not that I didn't know that I wanted to blow him, I just never realized that I was that guy that was watching from a window. Weird reality realignment for me.