December 5, 2022
I was telling a group made up of women and one man about our five cats we have right now. The man wasn’t really interested in hearing about cats, but the rest of the group overruled him. I’ve never been told by a female listener that they don’t want to hear about my cats. I’ve been told by several male listeners they don’t want to hear about cats. They usually talk about how much they don’t like cats, but talk endlessly about their dogs. I have never told someone else I don’t want to hear about their dogs. I find most dog stories boring. Some people only have boring stories no matter what they’re talking about. Pets are just one of many subjects they can make dull as a box of rocks. I knew at least one person who had a boring story about a literal box of rocks. He also had boring stories about dogs. I listened to the stories and acted interested because that is what a good person does. The box of rocks person was a good religious person and, therefore, not a good person. People who are not good people tend to like dogs more than cats. If you don’t believe me, ask me again.
I spend most of my day thinking about things I never say to others. It’s the reason these Thoughts papers are so important to me. I’ve gone years without writing Thoughts papers and they were the toughest years of my life. Not having an outlet for these thoughts builds my frustration levels until I explode the thoughts out of my mouth as an angry tirade. This has happened little in my life, but it’s bad when it happens. Sometimes it’s a simple thing, like someone walking in the wrong door. Each incident builds on other incidents. Writing about them helps me deal with them. There are many illogical things that people do. I can deal with illogical behavior by only noting new illogical behaviors.
Speaking of illogical behavior, I’m finally going to write about something that took place about a month ago. It’s the end of the Charlie Manson era. Yes, Charlie Manson (our local version) has left our mobile home park. Even at the end, it was a weird set of events. It started with them slowly moving their stuff out of the house. Eventually, they only had a few items on their driveway. It was hard to tell if they were planning on taking the stuff or just leaving it for the mobile home park to throw out. After the first of the month, there was a notice on one window basically saying that no one should be in the house.
Patti said there was a time when police cars were around the house and the daughter of Charlie had locked herself in it. The next day, they boarded up the windows. We think she broke out the windows in frustration. Charlie drove by the house a few days after on his Harley Davison. We still wonder how he got gas for it. Caution tape then appeared around the house and we haven’t heard or seen anyone over there since. The caution tape is still around the house. We still have a loud motorcycle in the neighborhood, but that guy has more of a life than Charlie so it’s not as bad. I think I didn’t write about it earlier because I didn’t know it was done. Now I can say the Charlie Manson era has ended. Smell ya never, Charlie!
December 6, 2022
Our power was out this morning right until I was about to leave the house. This meant the heater was off, I couldn’t use my regular alarm, I didn’t have my coffee, and I could only do things in areas with natural light. All day, I’ve been tired and had a headache. I’m just not my usual cheerful self. This will not be the normal witty banter of my other Thoughts papers. I won’t be waxing poetic about … well … anything. There’s probably something to complain about. I can do that with my accusatory fingers behind my back. Hopefully, in the next paragraph, I can find something to discuss that doesn’t revolve around how crappy I feel.
I’ve got nothing.
Thoughts from Life 
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