Tuesday post... Random thoughts from the closet of my mind.

[joegoda]

Let's see where this takes us, shall we?

I've thought about washing up a bit of the clothes that have followed me around while biking to work and back. I'll probably do it after I finish this. I mean... it's done for those I love, right?

I also have a sink bottom of dishes, not much, that need doing. I'll get there. Nothing stays messy in my place for very long. It's a Cancerian thing. Clean house, happy me.

I'm still on my Jonathon Coulton kick. I can't seem to get too much of him, and he has a song for practically every single emotion on the planet. I guess he would be called a folk singer, cuz he sings for folks. Not people, per se, but folks. So far I think I've gotten bout all of his original work (up to 2006) and a few of his cover songs. I may go for the whole shebang... I don't know. Everything ends.


I've got a snippet in my mind, but I'm not in the mood to write fiction at the moment. I'm stuck in my own, and kind of enjoying it. Granted, it might be a bit more... comfortable. I could actually have enough money in the bank to cover my bills, but it's still kinda short even with the aid of a wonderful friend and sis, and NO I don't need more, but thank you very much, really. REALLY. There's a part where guilt starts to take over and the mind says "Hey... if I can't make it now, I'm not worth helping, ya know? It's not gonna be rough, it's just gonna take time." Like 4 days, and then payday, and then the juggling starts. It WILL be all right.

This brings me to family, without whom I couldn't laugh, sing, dance or even love. Well... love would be there, I reckon, but getting it back? IN spades? Hmmmmm... doubtful. Possible, but doubtful.

Do ya'll know how incredibly special you are? No. I don't think you know. AND that is what makes you special.

Was talking with the_jenny_of_oz today about ego. I have an incredibly large one, but I tend to keep my self humble by remembering those famous words told me almost forty years ago. I was told "You don't know everything." And when I realized it was true, I think I started to mature. Doesn't stop me from verbosing as if I knew everything, though. I am, as I was also told about forty years ago, "One smart peckerwood". And because it ain't braggin if it's true... I keep learning, gramps. Empty Smarts ain't smarts. Empty Smarts is just plain stupid. Full smarts is a good thing, Chet.

So... don't be afraid to tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, specially if you have something to teach me. Calling me an idiot won't offend me, really. It will point me to something I need to know, or at the very least will afford me a wonderful discussion.

And hey... I don't like everybody. It Just IS. There's folks that don't like me much, either. And some folks I act like I don't like I actually do. I just haven't figured out how to break that third wall, or haven't reconciled an attraction I have to a proper perspective. And if you don't know if I like you or not, don't be afraid to ask. I'll tell you. I'll be gentle. I promise. Really. Heh. No... really. I promise.


So... what's left? Ummm... deep philosophy about marriage, polygamy, anger management and the putting of three year old kids on Ritalin? Rambling thoughts on long distance loves and how the idea of an inter-dimensional gateway CAN be accomplished by pure thought? (yeah... it's been done once... just once)

Naw... I'd much rather have those discussions in person, over a pint or a bottle or pizza and coke. Or Coffee. Coffee and me is always good.

But Chocolate Malts are a great bribe too.

Comments

[capi.livejournal.com]

Amen, Sistah. My own personal preference is that they should oughta *help* people, but then, i'm biased that way. *chuckle*

OTOH, it all has to start out as theory, eh? The practical application isn't always immediately clear.

*lol* i'm my own devil's advocate. Don't mind me.