minor strangeness
For the past week or so, I've had a twich in my right eye. Last time I had this twitch, I was furious with someone and inclined to beat their skull in with a baseball bat.
I don't feel like that, but I'm certain there's a subconscious subtext I'm missing here.
Thursday morning I told my wife about how I made a social mistake on Christmas. My friend Dave is a huge fan of George Michael. I texted him when I found out about George Michael passing away. I knew he was upset and my kneejerk reaction was to tell him a joke to make him feel better, cushion the blow.
If you're curious the joke is, "I call my penis 'The Truth' because women want the truth, but they can't handle the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts". (maribou show this to Jay, he'll like it)
Dave texted me back with, "I just can't right now. But thank you."
Anyway my wife made me feel better about it, reassuring me I didn't make a huge fuck-up and it showed confidence in my relationship with him. I went back in my office and Dave texted me an hour later with "Hey, I miss your jokes."
I figured my wife texted him to text me so I'd feel even better. But I was busy trying to get certified with QuickBooks Online and didn't text him back.
On Thursday night the wife and I had a fight. At one point I was sufficiently angry that when I shouted at her, I saw the future in an instant. Mind you, the vision was incomprehensible but I knew it was from the future. I wonder if I achieved the appropriate level of emotion/passion where jouissance facilitates retrocognition/presentiment. More here for the curious.
Friday morning, jumping back to my friend Dave, I ask my wife if she texted Dave to text me. "No, I don't do that. It's not me." And all of a sudden I realized it's probably not coincidence but entanglement. A little joke my editor-in-chief at the web site made when we think alike and it's unexpected. People become entangled after a while. Anyway I told Dave this, he laughed, and all is well.
I don't feel hungry anymore. The act of eating seems to be more of a habit than fulfilling a need, helping an emotional pain, etc..
Finally, tonight a celebrity gave me their telephone number. Out of the blue. Didn't ask or anything. Then again, I mailed a Christmas card with some web site badges to them using their IRL home address. When I offered to send them, I originally asked for their PO Box but instead got the other address. Weird.
I don't feel like that, but I'm certain there's a subconscious subtext I'm missing here.
Thursday morning I told my wife about how I made a social mistake on Christmas. My friend Dave is a huge fan of George Michael. I texted him when I found out about George Michael passing away. I knew he was upset and my kneejerk reaction was to tell him a joke to make him feel better, cushion the blow.
If you're curious the joke is, "I call my penis 'The Truth' because women want the truth, but they can't handle the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts". (maribou show this to Jay, he'll like it)
Dave texted me back with, "I just can't right now. But thank you."
Anyway my wife made me feel better about it, reassuring me I didn't make a huge fuck-up and it showed confidence in my relationship with him. I went back in my office and Dave texted me an hour later with "Hey, I miss your jokes."
I figured my wife texted him to text me so I'd feel even better. But I was busy trying to get certified with QuickBooks Online and didn't text him back.
On Thursday night the wife and I had a fight. At one point I was sufficiently angry that when I shouted at her, I saw the future in an instant. Mind you, the vision was incomprehensible but I knew it was from the future. I wonder if I achieved the appropriate level of emotion/passion where jouissance facilitates retrocognition/presentiment. More here for the curious.
Friday morning, jumping back to my friend Dave, I ask my wife if she texted Dave to text me. "No, I don't do that. It's not me." And all of a sudden I realized it's probably not coincidence but entanglement. A little joke my editor-in-chief at the web site made when we think alike and it's unexpected. People become entangled after a while. Anyway I told Dave this, he laughed, and all is well.
I don't feel hungry anymore. The act of eating seems to be more of a habit than fulfilling a need, helping an emotional pain, etc..
Finally, tonight a celebrity gave me their telephone number. Out of the blue. Didn't ask or anything. Then again, I mailed a Christmas card with some web site badges to them using their IRL home address. When I offered to send them, I originally asked for their PO Box but instead got the other address. Weird.