November 19, 2022
I started publishing my Thoughts from Life papers on November 1st. Originally, I was going to publish them once a week, but decided to bump it up to two times on Tuesday and Thursday. I, of course, got the domain name for thoughtsfromlife.com first. It’s what I do. I scheduled them into next year. There is almost no feedback on them except from Patti because I made her read some of them or I read them to her. I tried a WordPress ad on them and got my usual clicks, but no real interaction with them. My eventual plan is to read them out loud and make a recording of them, but I don’t know what I’d do with them. I could put them out as a a podcast, but I know that’s a lot of work. Videoing them for YouTube is another option, but that’s even more work. I’m good at creating things that only a few people see. I need a community to give me feedback. Cue the next paragraph.
I’ve thought about joining a writing community and have actually joined some of them, but none of them seem right for my writing. I’m not a group joiner. That’s part of what makes me who I am. My whole thing is I see realities others don’t see because I haven’t had the distractions of others interpreting reality for me. I find other people’s interpretations of reality to be highly flawed and full of bias. I usually find their goals to be unrealistic and not in line with my view of life. This distinguishes me from other people and writers, but it also separates me from finding an audience. I need help, but don’t know where to get it.
November 20, 2022
I was waking up the other day and I had at least three of the cats in bed with me. Beatrix was at my side, Scout was in my face, and Willow or Luna was in Patti’s spot. Beatrix was facing my feet and Scout decided to smell her butt. As she was doing this, the third cat smelled Scout’s butt. Instantly, two words entered my mind. They were “cat centipede.” I immediately erupted into laughter. If you don’t know why I was laughing, good for you. Keep living your innocent life and skip to the next paragraph. For those of you who have seen or heard of The Human Centipede, you might have known what two words I was going to say. I told Patti about it when I saw her and she did not crackup like I did. In fact, she had a scowl on her face and turned away from me. My own household doesn’t appreciate my comic genius.
Someone at work was telling me they only got ten minutes of sleep the night before. He was working on a project and only slept for ten minutes before he had to go to church. In case you haven’t guessed, this was Sunday night. I should also mention I work at night. The minute he mentioned missing out on sleep because of church, my side of the conversation shut down. I tried to think of a nice way to say he should have skipped church and slept in, but I haven’t discussed religion with him before so I said nothing. My main thought was how illogical the whole discussion was. He was doing the project for the money and going to church because he believed he needed to. Nowhere in his thinking was a concern for his health. Later, I was driving someone who was also talking about being tired and going to church. It’s just more examples of how beliefs are bad for your health. Knowledge is good. Beliefs are bad.
I think it’s about time I talked about the elephant in the room. That elephant would be me. For a while now, I’ve been losing weight on my work days and gaining it right back on my days off. I’ve written about it recently, but have done nothing on my days off to fix the problem. It’s been a long time since I exercised on my days off. The last time I exercised, the treadmill would stop randomly as I was jogging. It made me afraid to get on the treadmill and really pissed me off when it did it. I’ve been getting dairy-free ice cream at the grocery store just about every time I go. This week is Thanksgiving. Just what I need. It’s a holiday where they encourage you to eat if not outright require it. My scale will ask me if I am who I am. That’s how my scale makes fun of me. It acts like I’ve gained so much weight that I can’t possibly be the same person. Screw you, scale!
I was looking at some old documents from a copy of an old hard drive and I found the Beat My Necks sketch I created for a talent show when I worked at Redlands Recreation. Patti and I were both in it. I played the leader of a beatnik group from the 50s. It was a good excuse to have characters say the weird things I’ve said in my papers to entertain others. I originally looked it up because it was from 1996. I was looking for writings from 1996 because I couldn’t find any Thoughts papers from that year. It was cool to see it again after all these years. Reading it made me smile and cry at the same time. It reminds me of the possibilities of what could have been and never was. I don’t even have a video of the performance because no one started the video recorder. I’m almost glad I don’t have the live performance because I still remember pausing way too long at the beginning of the performance when my own lines were alluding me. Patti and I still have the award we won for the performance.
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