Two rules of life:
1 – no one is going to judge you when you die. Except you.
2 – you have a *single* shot to make this particular conglomerate of circumstances as fucking amazing as possible. So do what ignites your soul.
And that’s fucking it.
Tag: #bekind
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or something like that.
Anyway.
Back in the day, i took a comparative theology class. Absolutely fascinating, by the way! In any case, I quickly found that there were common concepts or thoughts that carried through all of them. I couldn’t help but think that they were culturally diverse expressions of the same thing.
Now, I just found myself overwhelmed with the same feeling when thinking about quantum mechanics, spirituality, consciousness, and shit like that. And the funny thing is, the ‘same thing’ from religion applies here too, just wildly different language.
The problem is the fact that no one has been able to articulate this ‘ same thing’ in a way that is understandable across languages and times…
is it possible that language and culture are roadblocks to fully understanding existence?
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How much is too much for a desk chair…?
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Apparently, you can momentarily forget the proper method for putting on a shirt…
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Sometimes… my brain is weird.
i’ll be having a conversation, right? And the other person asks me a question. instead of thinking through a response, my brain puts up this message with two responses (generally, one super direct and/or sarcastic, and one more muted and compassionate.) and demands that i choose before speaking can be initiated. if i don’t choose, i can’t process words to speak. and if i’m caught off guard, when i do choose, i sometimes stumble over my words.
Does anyone else experience this??
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A baby’s first experiences with the outside world must be terrifying.
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I’m coming to realize that i think of sitting down to a real meal with full sized plates and multiple utensils as nothing but a chore.
Seriously.
If i can get quality sustenance via grabbing snacks, why wouldn’t i do that? That literally gives me one cooking mess to clean up for the week rather than one every fucking day. I do a small variety of snacks so that i can have choices during the week depending on my mood. And, i get to have that extra 30-45 minutes every night to do whatever the fuck i want, not something that is strictly a requirement of living. Plus, if i’m in the middle of something at dinner time, i don’t have to stop what i’m doing for more than 3 minutes to grab a snack.
This makes so much sense to me, and now that i’ve seen this idea, i can’t unsee it and i wonder why the hell i never saw it before… It’s really the foundation for a killer routine to support how my brain operates.
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Being needed sometimes feels overrated.
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I just dumped an open bottle of cinnamon in my lap. I’m irritated as hell! but, i do smell like some kinda yummy desert, so… there’s that…
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I haven’t had soda in quite a while, but recently got a couple of bottles – 1 coke, 1 ginger ale. Both bottles went in the fridge after i met my carbonation limit for the day.
Each was only open for about 24 hours.
Both were flat as fuck when i went back for the other half.
Now, i remember when i was younger, early 20s – not little kid type “Back in the day’ – you could put an open bottle of soda in the fridge and it not go flat for a week.
These bottles lasted less than a day…
What the fuck gives??
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 