It was pretty sad everything that happened with that Joker-guy. In Colorado I mean. It’s so funny how these things keep happening and there’s no groundswell of support whatsoever to do something about the easy availability of guns and ammunition in this country. There’s not. Like that politician who was flummoxed that someone in the audience at the theatre didn’t pull out his own semi-automatic weapon to wipe that guy off the face of the earth.
Yeh right, and eye for an eye, that’ll get us somewhere.
Crazy. In this case I totally plead Quakerism. I’ll have no part of it at all. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pro-hunting, so feel free to kill deer if you want. That’s your supposed constitutional right, right? But I don’t think our founding fathers could ever foresee that the “right to bear arms” meant people could walk around with enough firepower to kill a person a second. It just makes no sense.
It’s great thought there’s talk of banning masks in movie theatres, isn’t it? Bunch of skullduggery if you ask me.
Not that you did. But anyway that was the big happening this week, and it’s not good. That and the poorly performing financial markets, what with Spain and Europe, and other gloom and doom stories about the potential for 50% unemployment and now the financial devastation of the 1% too. Makes a person want to crawl into a hole really!
I am in a hole.
So yeh that’s that. And this is this. And what is this anyway? I was heartened to read a story about Americans and their poor sleep habits. I was heartened only in that the story went into the whole “myth” of the eight-hour sleep, and how in the “olden” days (meaning before electricity) we would sleep as soon as it got dark (no lights) and wake up in the middle of the night for a few hours, then eventually go back to sleep again. I was only heartened as that’s pretty much how I roll, and it works for me.
We all occasionally need validation on some fronts, right?
Yeh so it’s 3:30AM on Wednesday morning. I got way too much sleep the last couple of days so I’m raring to go, somewhat. Of course I’m alone in this—even my cat is still sleeping—but I’m used to it. It’s only me and the tree frogs talking to each other outside. They never seem to stop their loud games up there! Up in the trees that is. It shows how “something” I am that I could spend what I consider quality time just listening to them. I’m used to my quirky sleep habits even though I do miss out on a lot- with other people I mean. If someone asks me to meet up with them any time after four o’clock in the afternoon, there’s really no way.
Most of what I do gets done before noon.
And I’m fine with that. Again used to it. As they say “it is what it is” and I have no trouble letting it be without much consternation. I’m trying to cultivate that attitude generally, and I think I’m doing a pretty good job of it, even though other people often don’t seem to wanna let me. I mean other people feel the need to “find” issues or want to have endless discussions about things and drill into happenings that don’t interest me at all, and speculate on all kinds of outcomes and possible scenarios that to me don’t matter one iota. Because of what I consider my laid-back attitude I’ve been called “cold” and even “unreflective”. I don’t know, to me it’s a Zen thing really.
I just wanna be.
Why fret over what can’t be changed? Why create scenarios and spend time on what’s inconsequential?
Yes, rhetorical questions no doubt. And I don’t have time to get into it really.