I hate this… I hate that… I hate the direction this vehicle is headed… blah, blah, blah… it solves nothing, and even though the word is heavily used and worn on sleeves, shirts, caps and shoes, there doesn’t seem to be any indication that overuse has made it mean less. People that I was never really scared of are now scaring the nuts right out of me… simply by using this word hate.
I guess my reaction to this would be shock…and a bit of wondering. It’s like this was always there, but just under the surface…like a splinter you don’t know you have until you grab something the wrong way.
Hate can blind and cloud judgement. It never had good intentions, even if that’s what it says. It can be fuel, but it can also stop you dead in your tracks.
I want to savor that moment… that pinpointed moment of caring less. In a way, it would be a moment of sheer liberation… like i got out of the maze and my only choice of direction was that there was not choice. I could do anything, go anywhere and all I had to do was let go. Erase my thoughts and live for a moment. One solitary moment.
It would only last a second before it was something that happened to me in the past. 5 minutes from that moment I would reminisce about the good old days… when I didn’t care and didn’t want to care. 10 minutes for that moment, the memory would start to get all fuzzy. After 15 minutes, I have the fuzziness with the added color of a soundtrack… what song I was listening to that defined my squirrel generation. 20 minutes, who cares… it’s over… the fuzziness has faded to black, the song is over and I’m pining over not having another moment.
Snowflakes. Would I ever want to be one? Probably not… In the list of wishes if I had wishes the term snowflake doesn’t even make in into the top few million. They are unique… so am I. They have a limited life and can take many different forms over that life… and, now that I think about it, they are always in one form or another. Bruce Lee says it’s okay to be water:
Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water. Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
Now, I don’t know if I’d want to be water… I’d probably lean more towards juice… maybe pineapple. Hey, there could be pineapple snowflakes, right?
Alright already… can we get back to the usual? If you were expecting me to say “normal” then you obviously haven’t read this.
Every beginning is the end of something and every end is the beginning of something. Am I right? Don’t bother answering, you know I am. This whole notion of our country being bitterly divided strikes a lot of us as being something new. Really? What about the Civil War? Wasn’t that a little bit of division? We want what we want because we want it. Sure, there are those that want for others… but for the most part, we all gotta get ours before there’s something left for yous.
If there was a way for both sides to get 51% of something while making it look as though the other side got less, we’d be living like The Jetsons by now.
Chill out, it’s not the end of the world if you “lost”… and if you “won”, what did you win? More sunshine? More time? No.
Believe me, this tail is about as environmental as I get. Sure I recycle and don’t litter…trying to be as conservational minded as I possibly can be…as long as you’re not acting stupid, there’s environment enough for everyone…
Again, he promises nothing in his presidential campaign… but if elected, there will be a whole lot of nothing… more nothing than you can every handle… more nothing than you ever thought humanly or squirrely possible.
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it’s not my fault I’m short. As President of the United States I promise that if I ever end up in a pocket, I won’t like it… and, I will fight for my own interests until I can find a better pocket… Honest!
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.