Im a cynical bastard
I cant help it. I read way too much about Global Warming and Peak Oil. Both world (human kind) ending subjects. Both of these things no one but a small group of people seem to know or care about. Americans would rather keep track of whats happening in the Natalie Halloway case and who Angelina Jolie is marrying next. Both completely inconsequential to anyones daily life. Our climate and energy problems will have a direct and harsh impact on everyone in the worlds daily life but people want to pretend things like that could never happen and pretend that they wont. I used to think these people were onto something. Ignorance (and ignoring) was bliss. Not true. Being a cynical, informed bastard gives me a distinct advantage when it comes to deciding whats important. I have no doubts about what makes it worth getting out of bed everyday. Waking up next to sleeping skunks in funny positions, wrapped around my head or leaning on me with all four legs in the air. Driving around. Spending time with family like having a beer with my dad or playing with legos with my little brother, going to the store to buy TP with my sis. Hanging out with friends and partying. Every single sunny day.
This whole thought was caused by a sandwich I got yesterday. As I was driving home and eating it it occured to me that the sandwich was uninspired. Not a bad sandwich, just uninspired with only turkey, cheese and mayo. It got me to thinking about how I feel at this peticular space in time. I was let down by not getting the job in Florida and even more let down by what happened with the non-profit skunk organization. Ever since these let downs of things I wanted so bad I have felt uninspired. Right now I am turkey, cheese and mayo, getting the job done in a tasty way but Im missing the zest of the ever inspiring onions and pickles. Are you following any of this? I thought I might be profound but it seems that Im just thinking out loud. I still want to move, I need to do my own thing but it might not be Florida anymore, seems like it is impossible for me to move there and there must be a reason why. As long as an anti-exotic bill does not get passed in South Carolina Im considering possibly Greenville. Aside from the bible-thumpers its a pretty nice place, skunks are legal and its just granola enough for me. I already know some people there too. The VW bus I want is there so I wouldnt have to travel far to fix it up.
One of the ways I play with my skunks is to hold their tails and follow them around while they try to get away and pretend that they are little fuzzy pear-shaped vacuum cleaners. If thats not inspiring I dont know what is. Ill have to do some of that when I get home and see if I get some inspiration or maybe a message, like tea leaves but in furry on-my-bedroom carpet form.
This whole thought was caused by a sandwich I got yesterday. As I was driving home and eating it it occured to me that the sandwich was uninspired. Not a bad sandwich, just uninspired with only turkey, cheese and mayo. It got me to thinking about how I feel at this peticular space in time. I was let down by not getting the job in Florida and even more let down by what happened with the non-profit skunk organization. Ever since these let downs of things I wanted so bad I have felt uninspired. Right now I am turkey, cheese and mayo, getting the job done in a tasty way but Im missing the zest of the ever inspiring onions and pickles. Are you following any of this? I thought I might be profound but it seems that Im just thinking out loud. I still want to move, I need to do my own thing but it might not be Florida anymore, seems like it is impossible for me to move there and there must be a reason why. As long as an anti-exotic bill does not get passed in South Carolina Im considering possibly Greenville. Aside from the bible-thumpers its a pretty nice place, skunks are legal and its just granola enough for me. I already know some people there too. The VW bus I want is there so I wouldnt have to travel far to fix it up.
One of the ways I play with my skunks is to hold their tails and follow them around while they try to get away and pretend that they are little fuzzy pear-shaped vacuum cleaners. If thats not inspiring I dont know what is. Ill have to do some of that when I get home and see if I get some inspiration or maybe a message, like tea leaves but in furry on-my-bedroom carpet form.