My mind has been vaguely wandering about lately. From a fusion of comparisons of life before and after college to the existence of Quality, my most recent ponderings reformed my brain functions.
I want to change my thought process in such a way that I don’t have to worry the way I always do. I see a habitual we-take-things-for-granted feel mindset that isn’t very satisfying. Yet in just stating this, I have already broken my rule of not talking about things anymore.
Living life with an alter ego has been a bit tougher than I figured. It’s made me happier in general because I don’t think about life as much in the way I did before. So that’s why people are busy all the time I suppose. They wouldn’t have time to stop, smell the roses, and see the bug that crawled on their noses as they smelt the roses. Convincing everyone and even myself of this new me is strenuous. But it’s all part of the bigger plan right? Every once in awhile I still slip up my act and let it out. I’m always full of secrets and yet try to subtly sneak in clues of my intentions. Perhaps it’s too much of a fantasy that I hope that someone will catch it and see through it all. As the title says, I’m bad at lying. I’m better at equivocating.
I saw a bus the other day with the quote “Everyday is a gift” on the side and I thought what an inspiring phase.
Let's make use of these gifts because our time is running out.
I believe that Auguste Rodin's "The Thinker" should have been on the toilet (it might have been implied). I don't know about you guys, but I do my greatest thinking either taking shower or in the bathroom in general. Though it is supposed to be a primitive instinct to just go, I ponder about life's greatest wonders while doing my business. That is where I look to the stars and wonder how far mankind will travel... that is where I take time to evaluate myself for the day.
People may have the capacity to go beyond sometimes and be analytical, but only in the face of dire extremities or by external force. When I'm standing in a soothing warm shower, I take it in and wonder what the near future entails (this is all assuming you don't take a magazine or listen to music or whatever during the activity).
In other news... Don't you hate those people that spread peanut butter and use the same knife to spread jam or marmalade? Those fools don't understand the importance in the dichotomy of the two. It just isn't the same when the jam is already with the peanut butter.
Thought of the Day: Famous dead guys have abnormal names.
As I learned about ν, Poisson's ratio, an ephiphany came to me. When has a famous person ever had a normal name? Famous dead guys were probably mocked for their ridiculous names when they were children. Kant? Hobbes? Poisson? Newton? Pascal? What is this?
One day each one probably vowed to raise up and have vengeance against their peers. They would become so famous that their foes would have to use their names in history books. People even created a unit dedicated to their unique names.
Instead of the normalcy of calling their unit by their last name, when I create a unit I'll name it 1 Albert or Al.
I drew huge chalk pictures all over the ground at my University's campus. Twas fun. Graffiti or public participatory art? Ever heard of Banksy anybody?
"School starts again on Wednesday. The boredom, the tideousness... it begins once again. However, the massive amount of new people to meet is also refreshed. I hope to give a bit more life and effort to this year. Dance the night away with beautiful women while attending fruitless hedonistic frat parties... it's starting to sound more like a modern Gatsby. Meh, I'll know it when I've gone too far."
This was for a month ago... time sure flies indeed.
So this dude from Saudi Arabia keeps calling me. I swear he's out to make fun of me or something. Ever since I've had this phone, this guy from a Saudi Arabian phone number keeps on calling me. I was at first kind of like eh maybe it's because he doesn't understand English or something. Eventually it grew to a "dang you suck for waking me up at 5 am in the morning. My cell phone can't have a ignore this particular person feature. I think there are a few websites online to help me with people that have phone harassment. Twas actually a funny situation at the time.
I'm up on a Saturday night, thinkin of what to do. A few conversations with my apartment-mates made me reflect back a few years ago once again. Stability. I'm settling for stability now.
