“We often confuse what we wish for with what is.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“Before I came here, I was confused about this subject. Having listened to your lecture, I am still confused — but on a higher level.” ~ Enrico Fermi
“Censors tend to do what only psychotics do: they confuse reality with illusion.” ~ David Cronenberg
Rosie the cat’s facial expression in the opening photo kinda matches how I feel this morning. I could really use another hour of sleep. Or not. Somewhere in the back of my mind I am smiling, somewhat amused, somewhat bemused, nearly painfully irrelevant to my place in the world, and, totally irreverent about that place as well. No big deal. Only the president does big deals, especially when he lies like a pre-teen just getting their footing in the world. The teens are going through the process of maturation that we all have to go through. I’m not sure how I did on that unspoken test, but I am okay with the outcome. Right now I have half a mind to write more, but the other half is like “dude, the clock, remember?”. Yeh, I remember. It’s too early in the morning to contemplate whether or not time is an illusion, or if we create our own reality. As for positive thinking, read (it’s a great book, and sincere) Barbara Ehrenreich’s ” Bright-sided”. She expressed a view very similar to my own. I still consider the positive thinking thingy to be more fad and myth than anything else. But the attitude itself has had a long run of it, and it is not likely to abate any time soon. The world is not going to stop and wait for me to come to my senses. I guess my only question (such as it is) this morning is do positive thinkers ever think about deeply and clinically depressed people at all? Or do they wait for them to get onboard before communications begin in earnest? Whatever. That was an attempt at humor. I really don’t care what positive thinkers think as long as their smile is genuine. It doesn’t take much to please me, now does it. As for now, the fake rooster is piping up, calling forth the Sun, which will rise about 35 minutes from now. I wonder about that rooster. Is it really male? I reckon so, although I have been told otherwise. In listening to the fowl . . . geez, it sounds just like a friggin rooster! Isn’t that enough? I once read a tiny note pasted in a place where it was unlikely to be seen by much of anyone. The note read, “Attitude is more important than facts”. That, of course, is not true. I got me some serious body chills when I read that. It was a WTF moment. Boy howdy was it ever! But I must digress for moment before I call it a wrap. Do you think it is possible that it is really just a hen with a positive attitude, and she’s willing to aspire to take the place of alpha male, which position has been open ever since the turkey left? That was a clunky sentence, I know. I’ve grown to love the fake rooster. And I know danged friggin well that yer attitude has little to do with the quality of your love in general. Are you confused yet?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.