Crazy Hunting Trail Of My Thoughts For Today

"when your nose is in the nitty gritty
life can be a little sweet
but life can be a little shitty
what a pity"
Tell Me Baby- The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Dear Notes,
I seem to be writing you yet again.
Today I was talking to a few people and they seem to share my distaste for the current state of affairs.
Tired of normality, some want to leave altogether and others wish it would all just go away.I have some questions; is wanting it all to go away selfish? Shouldn't we be trying to change the way things are? Or are we so convinced that the world is a lost cause that we want to give up on it all together?

I suppose we wonder what's the point of even trying.
How did we become this way?
It always used to be "When I grow up I want to be..." whatever, fill in the blank.
Sometimes we wonder whats the point of fulfilling your lifelong dream if its all going to just crash and burn in the end?
Perhaps momentary happiness makes it worth the end?
We find ourselves feeling that there is a moral breakdown in society; a feeling of powerlessness in the face of the impenetrability of social institutions...

I sort of feel horrible about this but I find myself agreeing with some parts of this quote;

"The ultimate and most important revolutionary aspiration: to see human beings liberated from their alienation ... The individual will reach total consciousness as a social being, which is equivalent to the full realization as a human creature, once the chains of alienation are broken. This will be translated concretely into the reconquering of one's true nature through liberated labor, and the expression of one's own human condition through culture and art."— Che Guevara, Marxist revolutionary

But I am not in any way a Marxist which is why I find it so disturbing that I sort of agree with Guevara.

Anyways...
Some days we think we need help when we find ourselves identifying with things we never would have thought about or agreed with before.

So what is this?
A lowering of our standards?
A temporary stop in the land of insanity?
Sometimes my head just can't take it all in.
Were we better off in the earlier centuries when our life's aims were to emulate the example set for us by our wise elders?
Are we better off now when we can forge our way ahead in a world of chaos and differ from our ancestors?Is this even making any sense?
Some days it makes me crazy.

Is despair an excellence or a defect? Purely dialectically, it is both. The possibility of this sickness is man's superiority over the animal, for it indicates infinite sublimity that he is spirit. Consequently, to be able to despair is an infinite advantage, and yet to be in despair is not only the worst misfortune and misery—no, it is ruination.
– Anti-Climacus, The Sickness Unto Death

In The Spirit of Halloween....

Today one of my friends said she wanted something to distract her from life and I being the kind friend that I am promptly made up this short tale on the spot.
This is via Google Talk hence the time stamps and lack of grammar.
Enjoy.
~Yours~

once upon a time, there was a wicked old man

but no one knew he was wicked.

8:48 PM he gave cookies to all the children and stopped to pet the dogs and tell everyone how cute their children were

he loved to hold the babies and go to church every Sunday.

Everyone thought he was a devout nice old man.

But George (the old man) only went to church to spy on the children.

8:49 PM He would pick out the ones that didn't sit still during the sermon

then after the service he would give them all lollipops.

Unfortunately for the little children the lollipops were poisoned

8:50 PM They would make the children sick.

When their mothers called the doctor to come the old man would follow them to the houses and one by on he would uggest to their mothers that they tell their children that God was frowning upon them for not itting still in church

8:51 PM *sittin

*suggest

the doctors couldn't figure out what was making the children sick.

the bad thing was, the sickness would spread to all the kids from the naughty ones right down to the good little children

one by one they all died.

8:52 PM then when all the children were the dogs were sad cuz they had no one to play with

so they would go to the old man's house cuz he had been nice to them

he would give them treats...

BUT

they had poison.

and so all the animals died.

8:53 PM the old man pretended to be heart broken

he would attend all the funerals

and cry tears

for hours

but

he would only be sad that there no more little children to kill

he would move from town to town killing children and animals

8:54 PM this went on for years

until one father figured out what was going on by following the old man and watching him carefully

he would see the little evil smile on his face as he fed the children candy

8:55 PM when the old man stroked his white beard and stuck his papery white hands in his tweed pockets to give the children candy the man began to suspect....

and so one day he went to the old man's house while the old man was at church

he found a secret trap door leading under the house

8:56 PM he went down the rickety stairs and into the dank cellar

when his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room he saw

bottles

of

poison

and

lollipops soaking up the cherry flavored poison

8:57 PM the man tried to tell the people who the old man really was but the old man

invited everyone to his house and gave a tour showing that there was nothing to be afraid of

he even took them downstairs

he had buried the poison in the yard

8:58 PM contaminating the water supply

this time he died along with the townsfolk from drinking the bad water.

the man died too

but every winter the ghost of the old man returns to haunt children and preachers

threatening them with lollipops

the end

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And of course I had to follow that up with;
"Isn't that a horrible story?"

She agreed with me and I was properly gratified.
The strange thing is that I am in such a wonderful mood; I suppose, good moods make me spin twisted tales of creepishness.
I was born on Halloween so I'll just chalk it up to that.

G'night!

Public Transportation, Duckies and Songs

Dear blogspot and various readers,
Today I went for a walk.
I hadn't planned to be gone that long but as it turns out the public transpo system is slow and I have bad luck with it.
Like, it would leave when I was stuck across the street at a red light trying to cross. More walking for me.
I did get to ride the sprinter a little bit, which is our lame version of the metro or something.
I got to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.
I got to awkwardly avoid eye contact with people like everyone else and pretend that its not weird to be riding in a giant bus/train/metro thingy with a bunch of strangers.

I saw ducks bathing in water that was pretty much green; side note to self, if a duck is ever not scared of you and comes up for a closer look, DO NOT under any circumstance reach out and pet its soft algae cleaned feathers.
And don't put your fingers in your mouth if you do happen to forget this simple instruction.
Not that I ever do that.

There were quite a few cars out, but I didn't stop and ogle them. Everyone already gives the freak walking on the sidewalk the once over and I wasn't kind enough to return the favor...
also I had places to be.
Like...well nowhere in particular but I still felt like I had someplace to be.

So its very late and I'm headed home, I'm trying to walk quickly and get back because I was gone much longer than I had intended to be.
I'm walking along thinking about how nice it is that I am walking on the side of the road with shadows (for some reason I thought "shadows" instead of "shade") and I thought "long shadows, covering..." and then BAM! song lyrics popped into my head; two specific lines about the shadows of the evening.

So I think "Hey those aren't bad." (which they aren't) but then I think "Oh crap I'm going to forget them by the time I get home." so I get out my pen and little notepad to write them down.
Yes I know; Who carries around a little notepad and paper with them?
Trust me folks it comes in quite handy.
So I stop in the middle of the sidewalk on the side of the road and write the first two letters of the first word then think "Wait, that isn't right." so I think for a minute and come up with a few to put before those particular lines and then a few more afterwords, while I am writing I tried to keep walking and write but I almost walked into a telephone pole so I paused for a bit and then wrote the words down.

I have no idea what I looked like, how many times do you see people stopped on the side of the road writing in a tiny notepad?
Really?
Like, what the heck?
Either way, I got exercise, a little bit of people watching time, some useful knowledge of yukky ducky baths and a chorus for a song.

Which is where my status on facebook "Only weird people stop in the middle of the sidewalk to pen down lyrics that suddenly pop into their head. Oh wait; that was me."
came from.

Not a bad couple of hours.
Here endeth the adventure.

Laugh; its good for the soul.

I don't remember where I got these from it was so long ago but I think every once in awhile we should laugh and so I give you these:

The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later they were both eaten by a killer whale. Bizzare News

While in some countries the penalty for driving while intoxicated can be death (yes, death), in Uruguay intoxication is a legal excuse for having an accident while driving. "Please believe me officer, I really was drunk."

Among the Abipone people of Paraguay, individuals who abstain from alcohol are thought to be "cowardly, degenerate and stupid."

When a female horse and male donkey mate, the offspring is called a mule, but when a male horse and female donkey mate, the offspring is called a hinny.

Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover the onset of baldness.

and last but not least...

Stupid Quotes

"Please provide the date of your death."
-from an IRS letter

"I was under medication when I made the decision to burn the tapes."
-Richard (Dicky) Nixon

We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?"
-Lee Iacocca

"The best thing about being a singer is that we get to visit great overseas countries like Canada." - Brittany Spears