I get the word of the day from Merriam-Webster. Today’s word is sarcasm, which I love. I have always been and will always be a sarcastic smart-ass. There is, apparently, some evidence that the origin of the word may have had a more harsh meaning of “to bite or strip off flesh”. Not sure exactly why, but this makes me smile.
Happy Monday!
What does it mean – if anything – when you wake up with a song in your head that you haven’t necessarily been listening to recently?
I have a book…The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock. I love it. I have spent entire evenings answering questions from this book with friends. Great conversation starters! 😉
It sometimes amazes me how well I can remember certain things for other people, but when it comes to something for me, I can’t remember shit.
What is it in the preparation of pickles that makes for a crispy pickle versus a soggy, limp pickle? Seriously, I want to know. I have eaten many pickles in my day, but only a handful of them have been that super crisp, crunchy kind. I wanna know what most pickle makers are doing wrong.
I can’t help but think that random thoughts aren’t truly random. I mean, your subconscious mind is basically working 24/7 right? So why is it that when we aren’t aware of the thought process, we attribute it to randomness instead of congratulating our subconscious on some pretty spectacular mental gymnastics?
Sometimes I do wonder if I am actually human. What if I’m like that little alien dude from Men In Black, just controlling what appears to be a human body?
Think back on your most memorable road trip.
Oh good grief.
As a kid, I had plenty of road trips that would have been memorable and absolutely fantastic if i wasn’t under the age of 5. Yuma, Arizona to Brockton, Massachusetts for example. Holy hell, the sights I must have seen but was too young to remember!!
This next thing started with my father, and will always be my favorite kind of road trip. He would decide, on some random day, to put the entire family in the car and just drive around. He’d take turns asking me or my mom or my sister which way to turn at intersections or exit ramps or whatever. When I would ask where we were going, he’d say, “we’ll see when we get there”. And that was completely acceptable and perfectly logical. There were times we wound up hours into another state! We saw awesome landscapes, farmer’s markets/farms, and had awesome conversations about the stuff we would see, and met some pretty cool people along the way.
After getting my drivers license, I would do this kinda thing on my own, or with select friends. Just stop beforehand for munchies and drinks, then drive for hours, converse, and see where we would end up. One such outing that I remember involved a very heated debate as to whether or not trees have souls.
These are my favorite types of road trips because there is no schedule, no agenda, no itinerary. You just go. See where the random takes you. There is something beautiful and liberating about that, and I kinda miss it. I used to just go for drives, pretty much local, but I have stopped doing that almost completely the past few years.
Perhaps it’s time to revisit old habits….
It’s so funny…. When I was younger, I hated being alone. Now, I treasure my solitude, and get cranky and anxious if it is limited by circumstance.
I’m not sure when patience stopped being a common thing, but I get super irritated when people lack patience, especially in certain situations. I mean, seriously, if it’s a matter of waiting an extra 10 seconds for something? Take a sip of coffee. 10 minutes? Run to the bathroom or check your phone. It’s generally not really that urgent. In most cases, it’s not at all the life or death scenario that some people make it out to be.
Now, I’m not saying not to get a bit testy if you’ve been waiting for an hour and then get told you have to wait longer. Or if the wait time is completely out of line for what you’re waiting for. That’s different. I’m talking first level lack of patience when something isn’t immediate. (I will say, however, that your feeling impatient or somehow slighted because you’ve had to wait is never an acceptable reason to be rude.)
I understand that we now live in a fast paced, highly digital world where things are often done/achieved/obtained faster than they ever have been, and at times, that can be wonderful. But, I’m also going to say that perhaps the quality of what we are getting oh so expeditiously is not nearly what it would be if we simply had some patience.
Something to think about.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 