Have I failed at life because I never had kids and did not do my part to propagate the species?
Tag: Random
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Humans are the only species that create non-organic trash.
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Why aren’t testicles internal?
All the other vital life structures – heart, lungs, brain, and for direct comparison, uterus – are all within the body. Mother nature just randomly decided, “yeah, the body part responsible for generating the second half of mammalian propagation is gonna be exposed and overly sensitive. Great idea!”? I don’t get it.
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“There’s a beast in every man who breathes. With him from birth until beside him in the grave. A hideous presence just aching for release. Its chains aren’t as strong as its memory.”
– Hatebreed, Something’s Off
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There was a prompt yesterday from Day One, and I was super excited to write about it, but fell asleep because I was exhausted from other stuff, so here it is….
Prompt: You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Oooooh….. this would include a space for drawing as well, but here goes. Please note: factors of cost, feasibility or practicality are not being considered. At all.
Ok, to start, this would be a stand-alone thing, located in a wooded area near a creek or river. The sound of water moving (or falling, like rain), calms me. The building would be made of wood and potentially brick, a log cabin type thing. It would have large windows to allow for lots of natural light if desired, but with shutters or black out drapes for those days that light just irritates the shit out of me. It would also have a fireplace, and generously sized skylights for star gazing on frigid nights. Also, the skylights would have covers to block out light when desired, because, yeah. I’m weird like that.
Inside the structure would be cozy but not crowded. It would contain a few different things.
In one corner, a wooden desk built in/attached to part of two walls. The desk would be made of hard wood, like oak or maple, and have a darker stain color. Dark cherry perhaps. The desk would have spots for storage on both sides, especially for notebooks/drawing pads and writing/drawing implements. The edges of the desk would be bark. I love that unfinished look.
One side of the desk would have a space for my computer and notebooks. This would be the writing side. The other side would be for drawing, and would include some kind of draft table type functionality that can be concealed when not in use.
In the opposite corner, I would have a simple, overly cushioned chair, where I could sit with my book in hand with my elbows resting on my thighs/knees. I know this doesn’t seem comfortable for most, but it works for me. Also, this area would have a large, pillow stuffed lounging area. This whole thing would be the reading area.
I would have lots of bookshelves, and various pieces of art hung on available wall space.
So, yeah. That’s my ideal reading/writing/drawing space.
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I was in class for a CPIM exam last night, and the professor brought up a quote he read a while back….
“If you don’t have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?”
I looked it up, apparently it’s a quote from John Wooden, who was a coach for UCLA.
This is a very good question – one that I think most people in this hyperpaced world would do well to ask themselves.
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I’m currently reading a book on determinism, and I came across this term – the causeless cause. I realized that that is what I am searching for in my series of writings about The Point. I want to know the cause of human life that has no precedent cause, and the intent or impetus behind that initial cause. But, as I write that, I realize that intent or impetus behind something by definition would mean it has a cause, so it could not be the causeless cause that I am looking for. So I am back to square one, or the potential conclusion that everything is random.
Determinism may play a role in this thought process, but the ramifications of that are something that I hadn’t even begun to consider. And they are fairly massive, having to do with free will, moral responsibility, control (or lack thereof), biology, neuroscience, sociology… the list goes on. Not to mention the question of, “if everything is determined by circumstances that we can’t control, may not even be aware of, cannot mitigate or alter, and we are going to do as those circumstances dictate, then what is the fucking point of anything?”
So many things to ponder….
But for now, I read.
Have a great night!
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Anyone who has, or has ever had, a dog has been subjected to this test, even if they don’t realize that’s what it’s called.
When you go anywhere unusual, are gone for longer than usual, or (especially) if you come home after being around other animals, your dog or dogs will sniff at your clothes, hands, face and hair with extreme interest. This includes pausing in areas where the foreign scent is strongest, pressing their nose into it to really get at it. This can go on for a minute or two, but in some cases, such as tonight, it can literally be a 20 minute ordeal.
This is the super sniff test, and is a requirement of being a dog owner.
I went to visit a friend of mine tonight and pick up some fresh venison while I was there. The meat, of course, was the primary interest, but once that was put away, it was my turn to essentially be interrogated. My friend has two dogs, one of them being a mastiff who loves attention and leaning on people.
This, of course led to lots of sniffing, some whining and a ton of reassurance from me. They don’t understand why you smell like another animal, so you have to remind them that you love them and they are your favorite. ❤️🐶
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In response to Weekly Prompts – Weekend Challenge.
I’m astonished at the level of coincidence surrounding this prompt. Just yesterday I posted about my fascination since childhood with the question “Why?”. Today, I see this prompt, and within it, a quote from Neitzsche that I literally just saw on Monday during my Trident Mindset lesson.
Why? Why am I seeing this quote for the second time in a week? Why is “why” following me around in real life instead of being trapped in the maze of thoughts in my mind? I ask why a lot, but this kind of recurrence from external sources is a bit much.
So many questions. Is it simple coincidence? Is it serendipity? Is it god or the universe giving me a metaphysical smack in the face because of my trend of posts about the possibility of life being random and not orchestrated? Is it kinda like when you are thinking of yellow cars, you see more yellow cars, but only because you notice it more not because you’re actually seeing more yellow cars than usual?
I don’t know. But I am tired. I’m quite sure my brain will continue to process this while I sleep, giving me more inspiration for tomorrow.
Good night!
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My brain is a sponge living in a body with self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
I will elaborate.
I can learn just about anything pretty quickly, and love to do so. Hence, sponge. I also have an autoimmune condition which attacks and damages my brain. Hence, self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
Just a random, slightly fucked up, oddly funny thought that crossed my mind as I was getting ready to sleep, so I figured I’d share.
Have a great night!
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 