“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.” ~ Dr. Benjamin Spock
“My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture.” ~ Leonard Nimoy
Another cold (sorta) morning. The chickens are mumbling out in the coop. Rosie the cat is laying behind my back, watching patiently, until I finally come to my senses and feed her. Soon come, sweetie. I guess the big question of the morning is why I keep reading piece after piece about Donald Trump. I have no answer so let’s move forward. Speaking of buzzwords and phrases, I got a little smile yesterday when I heard the second buzz phrase within one hour, from two different people. The first one was from a woman who reminded me that it’s “not all about me”. The second one was a guy who reminded me that “that’s all in the past”. I find that such used and maybe overused phrases, because they are so often repeated, tend to hamper communication. They come across almost like a dismissal: a conversation stopper. Maybe it’s for the best, right? Yeah, maybe; maybe, whatever. Maybe repetition is in itself good communication. I just don’t know. It is Sunday morning and I find my body to be somewhat hyper-reactive. That much I do know. I’m through with my morning coffee, which was delicious on multiple levels. Some stuff to do later in the morning, wrapping up an obligation. Then what? I find these days that I have no dreams for the future. I’m not liking that much. If that same guy I just mentioned should happen by and tell me “that’s all in the future” I’d have to just scratch my head, or put my hand to my cheek Jack Benny style, or maybe just gaze at him as if I had no real reason for doing so. Without detectable dreams for the future it’s just all survival. That’s me today. Beyond my aforementioned obligation I simply have to buy some fresh cat litter. Room’s getting a little, ummmm, aromatic. Moving forward, I just stopped writing and fed the cat. She’ll get her insulin injection when she is finished with breakfast. The degree to which she has come to dominate me, manipulate me, is becoming a little disturbing. My life energy is so low that she pretty much has her way. My only recourse is to get angry, but that would make it all about me. I’m feeling dominated left and right these days, with no exceptions. But since it is not all about me it really doesn’t matter what standing I hold in my life or in the world. Yeah, I’m depressed. But that too is not all about me, right? Wrong. Whatever, dude. It’s a fact, no more no less. Nothing fancy. I’m finding it harder to live with everyday. But that’s too much drama, right?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously