Writing Thoughts and Me – Thoughts from July 8 to 14, 2024

July 8, 2024

There’s been a rumor that this is my last Thoughts paper. I just want to state for the record that I still have thoughts I write down and I don’t see an end to them anytime soon. Who started the rumor is not important. Why they started the rumor is more relevant to the issue. These unsubstantiated rumors are a product of the time we live in. You could say these are unprecedented times, but you’d be wrong. These times are perfectly precedented. The reason these rumors were started was out of a desperate attempt to convince people that these words you are reading will end. They will only end because this paragraph is too long.

This paragraph will be completely rumor free, except to point out the lack of rumors in this first sentence. Now the paragraph is free to be what it will. Fly paragraph, fly! Sore like the bird you could be talking about. There’s nothing like the exhilaration of a paragraph that has no idea what it wants to be when it grows up. Each sentence is another life experience that forms what the paragraph will become. Midlife is about the time the paragraph sees no direction for itself. It questions its own purpose. The paragraphs that proceeded it are still living in the past and question this paragraph’s motives. Eventually, those paragraphs are long forgotten, and this paragraph sees itself being forgotten as well. In the end, it found that the point of living is just to live. Dying is for previous paragraphs and new paragraphs need to live their own lives. This paragraph will live on in the memories of those who read it.

Every new paragraph is a new opportunity to redefine what it means to be a paragraph. The closest we will ever get to the future is the present. You can plan the life of your paragraph all you want, but reality doesn’t always line up with your plans. Expecting the life of your paragraph to meet your expectations will always disappoint you. Finding the interest of your paragraph is what your paragraph is all about. Knowing what makes your paragraph interesting is understanding what paragraphs are for. Write interesting paragraphs and keep creating more interesting paragraphs. What else do you have to do? No really, what paragraph are you writing right now?

July 13, 2024

I started this Thoughts paper, but don’t have time to say anything. To be honest, I’m writing this on July 14. I had plenty of time, but I used it playing Wordscapes. See you tomorrow, which is actually today.

July 14, 2024

I feel like I’ve already started writing, but that was yesterday (wink). Today, I thought I would describe myself. You know all about my inner thoughts. I want to talk about my surface level self. Depending on where you’re reading this, you may know what I look like. If you know me, you’ve seen me in the flesh. Depending on how well you know me, you may have actually seen me in only my flesh. There’s two of you out there who are laughing way too long at the memory of that. If you’ve never seen me before, the next paragraph is for you.

I’m average height, looks, and whiteness. These days, I wear glasses all the time mainly for near sightedness. Without them, I’m blind. As with everyone, I was better looking when I was younger. Once a week, I use shampoo with dye in it, so my hair is only kind of gray. My curly hair is receding, but I still have hair on top of my head. I don’t know how gray my hair is because I’m afraid to find out. My weight is currently under control. It’s higher than it should be, but on the bottom end of overweight. My nose is on the bigger side and my ears stick out from the sides of my head more than most.

My entire goal with describing my outer appearance is making you curious if you’ve never seen me. I’ve looked up many of the authors I’ve listened to because I’m curious what they look like. If you don’t care what I look like, this conversation is probably boring you to tears. It’s like an autobiography that isn’t read by the author. I would rather hear authors read their own words. Currently, I don’t read my Thoughts from Life to anyone but Patti (my wife). I intend to read them aloud someday where others can hear me, but for now, time and a sore throat stop me.

Speaking of my sore throat, I’m finally getting it looked at by a throat specialist. As far as I can tell, they’re going to have to put a camera down my throat to see the problem area. I just today finished Pete Townsend’s autobiography in which he talks about Roger Daltrey getting throat cancer. That’s not something you want to hear about when you have throat problems. I’m not someone who hears about someone’s illness and assumes I have the same thing, but it made me think about the possibility. In The Who, Peter Townsend wrote about a deaf, dumb, and blind kid played by Roger Daltrey. I may technically meet that definition someday. I’m already deaf in one ear and blind without my glasses. Hopefully, I can make fun of myself for saying these things. I’ll wait until after my throat appointment in August to worry or make fun of myself.