I hate when someone asks me what I’m thinking about, and I end up making up something boring and normal sounding because I can’t decide in a split second which of the thousand crazy thoughts in my head sounds least crazy and is actually socially/situationally acceptable.
Category: Random
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Dogs are the best, seriously. You could be a sobbing, crying mess, screaming into a pillow and they will crowd around you, tails wagging, not knowing what’s going on but trying their best to make it ok by leaning on you and giving you kisses. There is nothing better in life than that kind of love.
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I am nebulous in my beliefs. I am open to the possibility of anything, but do not have conviction in anything. Except data-based logic.
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Why do some people pull all the way to the right to make a left hand turn, or to the left for a right?
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Who is the most confident person you know?
This one is a tie….
Either my friend, who I will call T, or my boss. Both of them have a background in martial arts, and I truly believe either of them could handle just about any situation. I both admire and envy that.
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If you have a problem with a situation that you have no control over, don’t try to exert control. Don’t try to find things wrong with the current circumstances in an effort to reverse the situation. All you will end up doing is frustrating yourself more.
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I don’t know if there is enough time to learn about everything that interests me, and that makes me sad.
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I want to have a conversation with my soul.
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So I noticed today that male dogs have nipples, and much like male humans, they serve no functional purpose. I think I remember that all human babies start off female and differentiate later in development to be boys. is this the same for all mammals or possibly all animals?
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Tool is my favorite band, I’ve said that before. Henry Rollins is an amazing poet and speaker. The song Bottom is fucking fabulous. Just sayin.
“If I let you, you would make me destroy myself
In order to survive you, I must first survive myself
And I can sink no further and I cannot forgive you
There’s no choice but to confront you
To engage you
To erase you
I’ve gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain
I will use my mistakes against you
There’s no other choice
Shameless now, nameless now, nothing now, no one now
And my soul must be iron
Cause my fear is naked
I’m naked and fearless
And my fear is naked”
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 