Music is fucking beautiful. Just sayin.
Tag: bekind
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I have a post on my about me page about how I define being an asshole. I realized today that like anything else, this definition is relative, and I would like to provide some clarity on that.
If I refer to you as an asshole with a straight face and either an ice cold or a heated gaze – you’re an asshole in my book, and essentially, a shit human being. If, however, I call you an asshole with a smile on my face that reaches my eyes, and/or am laughing, that may be a different situation.
For example, earlier today, I had a banter filled conversation with a friend of mine. At one point, he says to me, “Hey, don’t fuck this up!” and I responded with, “Yeah, I try to make a habit of not fucking things up, but thanks for the advice, asshole!”
This guy is anything but an asshole, but the good-natured back and forth digs made us both smile and alleviated some stress from the day. Again, everything is relative.
Just wanted to clarify that sometimes I call someone an asshole, and I love them dearly and am just fucking with them. Other times, I truly mean that the person in question is no better than the dog shit that I avoid in the back yard. Context matters.
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What must it be like for an ant or other bug to get flicked or blown from where they were just walkin along, doin their thing? Seriously, we never think of that, because it never happens to us. It’s not like you’re walking down the road and are suddenly dizzy, disoriented and ten or fifteen miles from where you were…
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Why do humans have a compulsive need to complicate things?
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I want to be as carefree as a dog. To roll around in the grass and sunshine and not give two shits about anything. Just sayin.
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Why have I always been obsessed with eyes?
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I have discovered a destination – within about 3.5 hours of where I am – that will allow me to see… really see…. the night sky in all its glory, which is something I have been wanting to do for years, and something that is on my bucket list.
Late last night, I got a message from my campfire conversation friend. In it was a light pollution info map that showed the area where he goes hunting. Apparently, there is something called the Bortle Scale that measures the darkness of the sky, and hence, the visibility of the stars. This area is a 2 on this scale, putting it one step above the darkest skies on earth. He had told me previously that the night sky was beautiful in this area, but I hadn’t thought to actually go there, because I’m not a hunter. It seems that there are little motels and such in this area. I need to go. I am going to go.
I’m thinking a weekend trip. I have to research the motels and such in the area, but yeah, spend a couple of days in the middle of freaking nowhere, no cell service, no wifi, nothing. Write, draw, sit in utter silence?? Can you imagine disconnecting that much from modern life? How amazing would that be? To just exist with the rest of nature and none of the distractions? I’m giddy just thinking about it.
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Freakin elephants. Who knew?
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I want to go to the ocean on a gloomy day and enjoy it without all the people.
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I just heard a lyric in a new Tom MacDonald song… check it out here.
He said, “I’ve been up, I’ve been down, I’ve climbed down my grave…”
There’s more to this, and the whole song is great, but this lyric spoke to me. I’ve been there, and at the point where I feel like I’m climbing back up (again, and hopefully for the last time), this is fucking awesome to hear.
Thank you, Tom.
Have a great weekend!
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 