I want to be your nest President of the United States. I’m only going to run a 24 hour campaign. Since I go to sleep a little early, I won;t begin campaigning until tomorrow morning. Yes I realize that tomorrow is election day, but I figure this way no one can catch me in a lie and I can’t really promise much… I will run a clean campaign though.
If elected, I promise to do what I normally do… a whole lot of nothing with a little bit of philosophizing…
The one that is the worst (at this moment) is knuckle cracking. I crack my knuckles almost constantly. I know I shouldn’t do this and I can already tell that a lifetime of cracking is starting to take it’s toll. It’s just a little bit harder to climb a tree limb than it used to be. At one time I climbed as though my hands were magnets. Light as a feather as as fast as a… something that moves really, really fast. Now, my fingers are stiff…like unsharpened pencils. Granted, I never did much climbing before…but when I did it was fast baby… fast.
But good habits are hard too. They’re easy to start… ask the piles of new gym memberships in January… but really hard to maintain… just ask the gym memberships in March. There has to be a happy medium in all of this habit stuff…
If you have a clue, let a stiffening finger squirrel know.
I never understood how sticks and stones could hurt more than words. That is utter garbage. Yes, sticks and stones can do a ton of physical damage…broken bones, blood vessels, concussions, contusions all that. But words will never hurt me? I contend that words are even worse… True, I can’t recall ever hearing or seeing an instance when a word took someone out or put someone in the hospital…but I’ve seen hundreds of cases where the actions stemming from a word did that.
Think about it. A word is a smart bomb. A drone for the mind. A word could get planted in your brain by a bully when you were in the third grade. The word sat there, rolling around in your head, aging as you’ve aged. Maybe you forget about it entirely. If that’s the case, you won. But what if you haven’t forgotten about it? It’s a foreign body slowly leaking its poison into your system…making you truly believe things that aren’t true…turning you into that word against your better judgement. A word can be a virus…ruining your life.
To me that’s way worse than a stick or a stone. Don’t YOU think so?
Windows are mysterious things…you never really know what they’re doing for you in a philosophical sense. Of course you know what they do structurally, they keep the cold, rain, heat and wind out… Is it just me?
I’m not saying this is right. But then again, what exactly is right? We all know that we should eat better. Fruits, vegetables, non-white sugar type things… but we also know that the bad stuff tastes REALLY good. Not that the good stuff doesn’t taste good. Logic says the apple is better than the oreo. The oreo offers immediate satisfaction followed by a truckload of guilt. The apple offers minimal initial satisfaction, but is better for your body in the long term.
If there were oreo cookies made out of apples, this train of thought would never have to leave the station.
WC Fields had quite a few zingers in his words to make you smile. He also wasn’t a fan of kids and animals. Not sure if that was a real thing or a character thing.
I can be just as pessimistic or optimistic as the next squirrel… Just because you have a smile on your face doesn’t mean it is a true representation of what is lurking just underneath.. behind the teeth, in the stomach, between the toes…
You see where I’m going with this, right?
Smiles are great…but if the breath is bad, it’s not a happy smile. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
There are so many out there. If they were an industrial company, it’s be bigger than Wal-Mart. There are more new questions made every day than anything else in the world. There are more of those made than answers. You’d think that if the questions were growing the answers would be growing as well. Yeah, okay.
Questions are unique in that they can self-replicate. Questions answered more often than not just lead to more questions. It’s a game they play with you. If you figure out one, you want to figure out another and another and another until you don’t even know what the initial one was.
Think about it. The answer will make you crazy. If you have any concerns, just keep looking for more answers.
What power does talent have anymore when you can just go viral? Those two little magic words that can either make you or get you what you wished for. Either of those things has the potential to ruin your life, make you known for something you’ll have to repeat over and over and over… and the REAL stink of it is, it’ll probably only happen once and within a few days, you’ll be forgotten…relegated to the bottom of the other viral patients.
Why do we strive to be famous? Money? Attention? Am I missing something? What else is there that is attached with the notion of famous? Seems to me it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
And before you think it… it’s not sour grapes. It’s not sour anything. The more and more I sit in this tree the more and more I see. Things have patterns, ebbs and flows… it’s never always even. Sometimes the valleys are a lot deeper than the peaks. Sometimes, the patterns begin and end in the valleys.
Would it be nice to not have to worry about certain things? Absolutely. But, you’re always going to worry about something. What’s that? You now have so much money that you never ever have to worry about it? That’s cool… but if I were you, I’d now worry about who is watching all that money that you don’t have to worry about. See? One worry is transplanted into another.
So go ahead, get famous by going viral. It’ll be the toughest cold you ever catch.