It’s a random snowy Saturday in March and I’ve tried to write something at least three times so far (each with a series of restarts and edits) and I just can’t settle on a topic. I spent some time examining the electric bill to see what could be done to lower it, but the options out there for energy supply are on par, or even a little above Central Hudson per unit supplied. Not to mention the fact that delivery is just as expensive, and there are no options for that part of it…. And so, back to writing.
The problem is not that I don’t have any ideas. Quite the opposite, actually. There are so many things I could write about running through my mind, and I can’t seem to focus on one in particular to write about. Topics range from day to day crap like bills and cost of living, to the war in Ukraine, to a historical examination of my own socio political views, to the current state of politics and the world, to work, to random silly shit like the fact that we have to buy socks on a far more than regular basis because Frik loves to sneak them out of the laundry and chew holes in them… Or how about the fact that all the things I could write about are somehow connected, so if I were to write comprehensively, it would be a dissertation, not a blog post. For the record, though, Frik chewing on socks is probly not related to the current geopolitical climate, if I’m going to be honest. If Frik was a person, he’d be the dreamy football star that all the high school girls swoon over, but certainly not an honor student. I doubt his affinity for chewing on socks is related to anxiety over the state of the human world. Ha!
Speaking about dogs for a moment, though, they really are awesome, and their capacity for love is unrivaled in my opinion. I had a stomach bug or something earlier this week, and I spent a good portion of the morning hugging the toilet. And ya know what? Frik was there, in the bathroom, standing right beside me the entire time. The other dogs were observing from the hallway, but I have to say, if I had long hair, Frik would have held it out of my face for me if he could have. I can’t think of any other pet that would show that kind of concern. Hell, a cat would give you some condescending look and just go somewhere to sleep or clean themselves. Lol
I have to say, I don’t like the feeling of having so much in my mind and not being able to express it. It’s frustrating. It’s also difficult because there are a lot of things I don’t know about some of these topics, so I feel I have to research before talking about them, and that in and of itself is daunting. Tom and I were talking the other day and he made a comment that he wished he could just be ignorant. I told him at the time that he can’t just cancel out being an intelligent, observant human being with common sense. The more I think about it though, it would be kinda nice to be able to do that. To just turn off your mind when it comes to national and world events, and not worry about all the what ifs and what are we gonna dos and other such questions. That, in turn, makes me think about The Giver, and then I realize that ignorance is not really bliss, and that being informed really is the better way to go about things, for so many reasons.
So Tom found two documentaries about the same subject that apparently tell two very different stories. Considering my mood, this interests me, so I’m gonna go watch them. More later probably.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 