Diary: Chillaxing (Also mail to M)
Aug. 8th, 2025 06:39 pmI've been remarkably passive of late. I just can't seem to work up any angst or curiosity about much of anything. I suppose that I will be accused of "being depressed" because I am not out there "chasing my dream". Truthfully though, It is not depression, it is the simple idea that the world really doesn't give a shit one about how I think things should be run. The world is probably right about this. When I look back at my life and decisions made, there really isn't anything that stands out as being outstanding.
I'm taking a break from thinking about how I think. I'll probably take it up again when the weather gets bad in the fall. My current thinking (in place of the thinking about thinking) is about how everyone seems to love the idea of an apocalypse and gets bent out of shape when you point out that the more likely scenario is that everyone will just have to tighten their belts.
I am definitely not doing any in depth study of the current world events. The first reason is that the organizations reporting are parochial in the extreme. I would say that "both sides" are the problem, but truthfully there aren't just two sides. It is an out of control scrum with no referees and rules that I don't in any way understand. Most importantly, I have no way to register my necessarily uninformed opinion and even if I were to do so, the recipient would not care one little bit.
Walked over to the football field and watched the high school football team begin practices. Whew, they are itty-bitty little guys. Thank god that they are in a small district of small schools. It would be awful if they had to play a big regional school of farmboys. Listening to them talk though, it would seem that a call from the NFL will be coming any day now. I really don't remember being all that cocky. Maybe I was, but I certainly don't remember it.
Not much will be happening this weekend. Medical advice was to put a television camera into an orifice that usually goes the other way to see if repairs need to be made. I get to experience laxatives and clear fluids to prepare for such. Forgive me if I am not thrilled.