February 12, 2022
Well, it’s been a while since I wrote about my thoughts from life. I have been listening to my old Thoughts papers starting as early as 1991. What the hell! To say it’s weird does not encompass how weird I’ve been throughout my life. So many ups and sooooooooo many downs. It’s like hearing the thoughts of some weirdo who is pathetic and a loser, but he’s also me.
There’s hardly anything I didn’t remember, but it was very entertaining hearing my past thoughts again. Many things have changed in my life, but my weird style has stayed consistent. Young me would be proud of how I have kept my weirdness after all this time. I feel like I want to do something with these thoughts, but I don’t know what. Perhaps I could publish them somewhere (in a book maybe), record the audio of me reading them, or somehow incorporate them into Reality Acceptance. (Future note: You are reading this so I assume you know at least one form it took on.)
I don’t want to appear too normal in my oldness, so I will talk about how my restrooming has developed over the years. I used to not poo at work, had trouble urinating in public, and got nervous whenever I walked into a restroom. All that has changed (most of the time). I have mastered the art of pooing. I am in and out. The poo is only out, though. I’m not living an episode of South Park over here.
I’m at work right now so I have a run to do. This might be the last thing I say today. We’ll see.
I didn’t know if I should continue the last sentence of the last paragraph or start a new one, but I have some more time after my run. This new paragraph will start a whole new subject. The new subject is going home. I’m going home early because I come in early tomorrow. I counted on calling off tomorrow because I was going to be here late, but now I don’t have to do that. Of course, now I’m screwed because I didn’t make meals for the next 4 days. The hard part is going to be remembering to make the meals each day or all at once.
Well, I think that’s all for today. Tomorrow, I’ll probably talk about the horrible Super Bowl taking place. Until that horrible time, goodbye.
February 13, 2022
Today, I can embrace my weirdness, but feel ashamed to call myself American. It’s super bowl Sunday. I refuse to capitalize super bowl and couldn’t put anything more uneventful than a period at the end of the sentence. I don’t know if you can tell, but I am an anti-fan of this day. The first thing I noticed about today was people were being A-holes on the freeway more than a normal Sunday. It eventually dawned on me this was a reality denying holiday. It is a day when Trump voters get to focus their hate on something besides liberals. What am I saying? There’s always time to hate liberals. In the next paragraph, I will explain my dislike of this day.
Here we go! I’m going to get into the heart of why I don’t like this day and why I wish American football did not exist. I have never truly liked any sports, but football is among my least favorite. It is violent, racist, sexist, prone to injuries, homophobic, hateful, a waste of money and resources, ethically bereft, and in its non-horrible moments is boring as hell. Whenever I see or hear something about football, my mind fills with rage. Alongside religion, it is something I usually start yelling about before I am aware of it. Okay, enough with talking about stupid old football. Next, I promise to talk about something weird.
Welcome back to the weird. I must talk about a weird experience with a security guard today. Driving with a van of people, I was going through a gate with an older woman at it. I had never seen her before. She may not have been new, but she was new to that gate. She scanned everyone’s IDs and walked over to a side door in the back and banged on it. Everyone in the van was stunned. Someone opened the door, and she looked in at the people inside. She said something weird, but I don’t remember what. Later, I took another group to the same gate, but warned them it would be weird. She added to the weirdness by telling one passenger she wanted a clearer look at his face. I told everyone in the van she was keeping us all safe. She’s a hero!
What is going on? Oh, I’m typing … well … I’m not really typing … I’m dictating … I don’t think dictation works well for me, as you can see from this run-on sentence. I had to edit the last sentence for it to make any sense. That’s probably the last time I will try dictation. I can’t talk and think at the same time like I can type and think. I need to think about my thoughts before I can write them as Thoughts.
Cats! I just realized I haven’t talked about our house of cats we’ve had recently. We lost Blaze last year to an enlarged heart and lung cancer. Quest has been all alone. That changed one day when Patti found a young cat screaming under our porch. We took her inside and tried to get Quest used to her. She never got used to the new invader we called Scout. Pretty soon, Scout was growing larger, but only in the belly area. On July 25th, 2021, she had 6 kittens (3 boys and 3 girls). After worrying that we were going to be the crazy people with 8 cats in one house, we are now the crazy people with only 5 cats in one house. Through no choosing of our own, they are all females. A surprising thing you may not know about female cats is they are vicious toward each other. I know they are playing most of the time, but they definitely attack each other sometimes. Quest and Scout have had to be separated, but the three girls are also vicious to each other.
The three girls are Willow (formerly the Wanderer), Luna (formerly the Loner), and Beatrix (formerly Big Eyes). They are several handfuls to deal with. They cover Patti and I in scars from getting too close to their viciousness. One of their favorite activities is wrestling on top of us in bed at 3:00 in the morning. We have an automatic laser in the kitchen I can turn on to occupy them away from us. They look and act like little tigers. I would have thought this was a dream come true if I hadn’t experienced the reality of living with tigers in bed with us. They’re adorable, vicious little tigers and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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