Tag: #life

When I was a kid, my mom would sometimes have me boil a whole chicken when she was planning to make chicken and dumplings. While filling the pot and adding spices, I would set the chicken up so that the wings were over the side of the pot, and it looked like he was chillin in a hot tub. That bothered my mother.

What is it like to honestly not be thinking about anything? Does that actually happen?

I wish that I knew that my dogs knew how much I love them. If I knew that they knew that, I would be so much more at peace.

What if the answer really is 42?

Violence really can be cathartic, but it does need to be controlled. Punching bag, scream into or punch a pillow, knife throwing, sparring, whatever… Shit that doesn’t seriously hurt someone. In that sense, violence can be healing.

I read somewhere recently that there are more bacteria living in your gut than there are cells in your body. I don’t know if that’s actually true, but even if it’s not, we do have a symbiotic relationship with something that we generally think of as bad or gross or even dangerous. That’s kinda funny.

Why is it that certain sounds have a visual component? When I hear certain noises in an MRI machine, for example, I see points behaving in particular ways depending on the sound. It’s interesting.

I’ve often wished I could be a dog, because their life is so simple. But I was thinking about it, and realized that they eat and drink every day without hands. Literally stand there, put their face in a bowl and eat or drink and then just carry on. I don’t know if that would be liberating or frustrating.

Why is it that sometimes, I think a thought and want to remember it later but can’t, and other times, I think a thought I’d rather forget and it winds up playing on a loop in my brain?

What if life really just is a simulation of sorts, created by a single omniscient consciousness out of boredom?