Well, the world is still here, or so I think...
Two geezers, one with purple patterned pants and another with kaleidoscope glasses, sat next to me at lunch the other day and discussed the universe in great detail. While gobbling down french fries and telling hemorrhoid tales, Mr. Purple Pants said that in order for anything to be real, we have to acknowledge its existence. Betty Davis Eyes was skeptical. Why does acknowledgment matter? What if none of this is real? Personally, I'm down with PP and applaud him for his brazen fashion choices.
Since Harold Camping's prediction was proven false (Score one for Earth!) I've been doing a lot of self-reflection. I'm not talking minuscule pondering like debating what to eat for lunch. I'm talking what the hell am I doing with my life. One career path or another? Stay put or move on? You get the idea.
After having a few extremely differing options in life paths last year, this year's stagnancy has thrown my brain into a blender. The only things I can think of lately are what I can control: my heinous addiction to caffeine and getting more exercise. I'm on day four of life without caffeine and am peering through blurred eyes while writing this. I joined a new gym too, so that's a step.
If the lack of caffeine is affecting this blog, my apologies. My brain is a putrid puree this evening. Anywho, life is the question on what's left of my mind. What to do...
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