My recent experiment with
my twitter has morphed itself into a semi-constant urge to post my thoughts and feelings. This may just be a high(low?) point on my perpetual rollercoaster of desire to write/express myself/think/do anything. Or, it could be a symptom of a much bigger disease - namely: I have awesome ideas and awesome thoughts.
And that reminded me that I haven't done any stream of consciousness in a while. They are not reader-friendly, but they are reader-rewarding. Sometimes. Let's go 10 minutes.
I'm doing laundry right now which ranks as probably my least favorite hobby. It barely beats out packing. I think I just don't like dealing with clothes. Or it's just my desire to have stuff in order, and when stuff requires washing or packing, it's by definition out of order. But then again, I do like
putting things in order. It's my old Tetris skill coming back out. I miss the hours of Tetris I played per week back in my college days. Although, it is responsible for what I now think is the root of carpal tunnel. Typing with my computer on my chest doesn't help that. What, with the blood constantly rushing away from my hand and making it numb. That reminds me of this foreign exchange student once named Kasper who mentioned this weird self-pleasure technique called
The Stranger that involved a numb hand. That guy's six months in America were brief, but unproportionately memorable. I wish I had been an exchange student somewhere. Maybe like to Canada? On my Spanish vacation I met these people with weird accents, and I would have never guessed it, but they were Canadian. But they were French-Canadian, thus the weird accents. I don't think people realize how close America could have been to speaking French or Spanish instead of English. Minor changes in battles or even meetings/agreements could have changed it all. The Spanish did pretty good colonizing when you look at it, being that Central/South America is all Spanish. The French though, not so much. You got Quebec going for you. And French Polynesia? Great. Germany has a couple of disciples, I think. But what about Italy? Blew that one, huh? Maybe you should have sponsored Colombus after all. And Poland? Nothing. Don't even get me started. I'm getting this sort of bad mindset lately where work seems more like a long chore rather than something I enjoy going to. It takes me back to my early co-op days when all I really did was watch the clock. That really was like torture though. This isn't so bad, and I think it's natural. Are there really any jobs that people totally enjoy going to? I'm sure there are ruts in every line of work. Fight through the doldrums. Learned that one from Nederland football. I've been thinking more and more about the world and economies and stuff, but there's an inherent problem with running a country. You can't lay people off. If someone is lazy and non-productive in a business, BOOM! outta here. But you can't just kick the worthless people out of your country. But maybe you should be able to. I mean, it sort of worked for England, yeah? They were doing pretty good at the time they were shipping people out to Australia. But then you run that slippery slope towards genocide. Oh well, a proletariate is always necessary. Or atleast that's what
1984 taught me.
I'm going to buzzer myself now. That was fun, should do it more often. Helps defrag my brain. And a good sample of how the old noggin works.
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