I Wonder Sometimes
I wonder sometimes if I’m manic-depressive. There are days when I feel the urge to organize everything around me. I wake up at a reasonable hour. I cull the files on my computer. I make schedules that account for reading and exercise and writing time. I even block out times to watch television programs and listen to certain podcasts that I enjoy. Inevitably, none of those things ever happen and I fall into a period of time when I let the garbage pile up around me, empty food wrappers and aluminum cans stacked on my desk next to an overflowing ash tray. Waking up at noon and going to bed at dawn. Spending most of my waking hours playing video games and watching pornography.
I wonder sometimes why people who own dogs let the animal lick them in the face! I mean seriously!? He just got done licking his own balls after eating out of the garbage and washing it down with some toilet water! I mean, I don’t let most people stick their tongue in my mouth, why would make such allowances for an animal!
I wonder sometimes why, if God is real, does He allow people to believe He isn’t?! Sure! I have a lot of other questions about God. But, let us assume for the moment that there is actually an all-seeing, all-knowing being that created the universe and made man in His own image. Wouldn’t He check in at least once in a lifetime to assure everybody that things are going according to plan? Of course, that might lead to a whole heap of questions about what exactly the plan is, seeing as it kinda looks like chaos from down here!
I wonder sometimes who it is at work that keeps putting the toilet paper on the roll the wrong way. It goes OVER! ALWAYS OVER! Who doesn’t know that!?
I wonder sometimes if the sharp increase in cases of autism isn’t a result of the increased ability and need to diagnose and identify things! Basically, is it statistics or is it semantics? How many deaf and dumb people were locked up in some upstairs room before we called it “autism”!?
I wonder sometimes if people actually read the crap that I post on this blog. I wonder because I keep asking for comments and I’ve only ever gotten two (2). BTW, Thanks for the feedback Rick and Kenny-B!
I wonder sometimes about the cognitive dissonance that causes poor people to vote Republican when the GOP has made it abundantly clear that it’s only interested in giving tax cuts to the people who can most afford to pay more. Oh, and let’s not even get into all the things that we (the NOT rich) would have to put up with in exchange for those tax cuts… OK, let’s get into it a little bit: cut funding for public schools, raise the retirement age, higher healthcare costs, and stagnant wages. And let us not forget the most deplorable/diabolical/despicable thing… (no, not thinly veiled racism towards the man currently in The Oval Office) … less Prairie Home Companion and Sesame Street, more Kardashians!*gasping in shocked horror*
I wonder sometimes if Jurassic Park will become a reality first or will it be Terminator. And if Terminator becomes reality first, will we go through brief periods of RoboCop or Lawnmower Man to get there! I mean, they did discover that volcanically preserved 300 million year old forest in Mongolia and who knows what we’ll find in there… not to mention the possibility of an actual cloned wooly mammoth sometime in the next decade (I’m dead serious, Google that shit!). Put that against the idea that scientists in Australia have recently (very recently) created an atom sized transistor. Giving further creedence to Moore’s Law and heralding the possible rise of Quantum Computing…which, if that happened, would shatter any limitation on the development of artificial intelligence…well, any limitation except those which we impose upon ourselves and, let’s face it, we really don’t like denying ourselves much of anything if we can get it!
I wonder sometimes if women really want to be equal. I mean EQUAL equal! For instance, I’ve met women who want equal pay for equal work. And that’s fair, I’m all for that! But those same women still expect a man to pay on the first date, open doors, not hit her back if she strikes him in anger! Believe me, I’m ALL for equality, but you don’t get to choose WHEN you’re equal!
I wonder sometimes why I’m still single!
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