September 24, 2023
Flourishing in my own filth is the first thing I typed for this Thoughts paper. Where do I go from there? There’s only one place to go. I’m going where I always go. Here we are in my usual talk of wondering when the world is going to stop being so predictable. Psychics don’t have to have any special powers to know that people will believe what they want to. I predict the next paragraph will actually be about something (if you’re lucky).
People have a problem with the word “moist”. I have cracked the code on why that is. It has two problematic letters in it – “s” and “t”. When people speak, both letters can irritate listeners. Sibilance and plosives all in the same word. This is on top of people not liking what the word is referring to. Things that are moist bring up images of sponges, body parts, and salivation. No one who you would want to say this word is saying it. It’s not just a coincidence that so many people dislike this word. It is scientifically an unpleasant word. I don’t really have a problem with the word, but I know why other people do.
October 8, 2023
It’s been so long since I wrote a Thoughts paper, I don’t know if I remember how they work. Calm down, Brian. It hasn’t been years like my last hiatus from writing them. I’ve been editing and scheduling more Thoughts papers than I’ve been writing them. The thoughts did not stop. They just built up in my head without an outlet to deal with them. Depressing thoughts become my default thinking. I will try to recall the ones I can, but I’m sure I’ve lost many of them. Perhaps I will think about them again and write them in a future Thoughts paper.
One thought I had was a big one. I was listening to a book written by a feminist author to men. Whenever she talked about questioning men’s behavior, I have questioned the same things. She compared men to dogs. The comparison fits most men. I have always related to cats more than dogs myself. Here’s where the big thought comes in. I’m a cat trapped in a dog’s body. Boom! I’m not a woman trapped in a man’s body. That doesn’t describe how I feel. I’m in a medium-sized dog’s body, but I think like a cat. I’m a Cat Trapped in a Dog’s Body may be the title of my autobiography.
Many of my recent thoughts have centered on the lack of time I have on work days. Writing and scheduling these thoughts is all I have time for. I asked Patti about the possibility of moving closer to my work once she retires. She said there is no possibility because we can’t afford it. I have a feeling the money is not the only barrier to us moving. Another issue for us both is our stuff. We both have a bunch of stuff. She won’t get rid of any of her stuff and I’m tired of all my stuff. I’ve given up on collecting new stuff. When I have time to do things, there is all the stuff in the way of doing them. My creativity is trapped inside piles of stuff.
I wish people dead every day of my life. It’s mainly while I’m driving on the freeway. There are some people the world would be better without. All of them are men. I don’t wish death on women because they do nothing truly horrible. Men are horrible because society taught them their whole lives that the horrible things they do are acceptable. When you show how little you care about other people every day of your life, there is no hope of redemption for you. My usual wish for these people is they commit suicide. The accidents they get into throughout their lives may hurt undeserving people. I want to create flyers that say, “Suicide just might be your best option.” I would never give it to someone who is actually suicidal. It would just be for horrible men.
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