“We live only a few conscious decades, and we fret ourselves enough for several lifetimes.” ~ Christopher Hitchens
“There is nothing like suspense and anxiety for barricading a human’s mind against the Enemy. He wants men to be concerned with what they do; our business is to keep them thinking about what will happen to them.” ~ C. S. Lewis
Have a look, again, at today’s opening photograph. That’s me in a nutshell today. And I have a headache as well. The sky has an indecisive overcast and first light is starting to bring it all into focus. It was clearly a night of anxiety dreams. The hair on the left side of my head is perpendicular to my skull. That’s always a telling sign. But the blanket was all chaotic and stuff as well. The evidence stands and I acknowledge that this edginess has been going on since before I woke. And I’m like all dude chill. It’s good advice. One thing about chronic anxiety is that it makes it difficult to spot real causes for concern amidst all of the business as usual kinds of fear. It all just runs together. Perhaps it would be best to do the Taoist thing and just take everything in stride. But then, do you let your anxiety show? That question can be read in either active or passive perspective. Should I do it, or do I do it. Does that make any kind of sense at all? It does to me. I love the Taoist perspective: be like the water in a stream, which simply flows around obstacles. Now, seriously, does this train of thought in this morning’s blog post mean that I should watch a movie this afternoon? Get my head out of my . . . ummmm, what was I getting at? If you are thinking that there was to be a crudity at the end of that truncated sentence you may be right, but I don’t think there was. It’s sometimes a good idea to allow yourself to become immersed in a drama of the cinematic kind. It is, after all, a form of art. Art feeds the soul. Films I’ve seen have been coming back to me lately, which makes me wonder if I should watch one of them again. “The Neverending Story”, “Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey”, “A Few Good Men”. There’s a bunch of them. Or should I watch something new? We will see. Maybe I should not be hiding away in this little room during such glorious Autumn weather. That’s a tough call. Likely it is what I will do today. I do feel physically ill, so rest and lots of water would be a good idea. I’m full of good ideas. One more won’t hurt. And I did buy a box of microwave popcorn yesterday. It was a tough one yesterday; lots of cranky people out in the marketplace and on the road. My drive into town on my way to work was tainted by an aggressive tailgater. Each time the guy got up close behind me I looked in the rear view mirror to behold his truly angry face. He had a shaved head and a goatee. Friggin guy. Oh well, there’s a lot to be unhappy about in the world these days. Seriously, I think that the looming presence of Donald Trump is having a major impact on our public psyche. He’s starting to feel like some Lovecraft character; almost demonic in both stature and heart. Hatred, fear, meanness for meanness sake. Sheesh, I don’t wanna get all Don Quixote on y’all. But I feel I must raise a wooden sword against this monster. I’m not tellin y’all how to vote, but my opinion is that we’uns oughtta take this guy down and let Hillary in, then recommence to address our ideals at a later date. Do you remember the scene from Harry Potter where Hermione gets into a fight with a troll in the girl restroom at Hogwarts? That troll reminds me of Trump. And I’m like Ron Weasley, impressed by the combative skills of his companion in magic. Sigh. Life IS magic. I must bear that in mind today. I’ve got a conflict with someone in my life going on. When my sense of harmony gets disrupted I . . . oh, never mind. It all works out. OH! I want to give a shoutout to whoever it is yonder in South Africa that’s been reading here at EyeYotee blog. I am truly happy you have found this blog to be worth reading. Thank you, thank you. Please come back again.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.