We're so GRANDPA ...

I would like to see the look on the next person's face who hassles me about the crap on the floor of my car (I suppose, only if I actually told them what I thought of what they just said to me)

Let me point out a few key things about the abovementioned statement:
"... floor of MY car"
"... crap on the floor..."
"... only if..."


It's a fucking car
It's MY fucking car
I DO take care of my investment
The functionality of a car has very little to do with what rests on the floor mats (I paid extra for the fucking floor mats to protect the carpet by the way, but that doesn't matter does it?)

but I won't say anything to mr/mrs next hassler because really, they are just trying to be helpful right? to make me a better person, or something.

So, I guess it would only be apporpriate to thank mr/mrs next.

It’s easy to speak when you don’t care to know the entire truth.

I can moderate your excesses

oh yea- and the other day I got to say "it's CHE!"

I might just pull through this time
I might just make it again

And then I get another call and things just keep on comming... maybe like how one would feel if they were putting sand bags up around their house to protect it from rising flood waters - and just when they have the bags up high enough and the water begins to recede he hears of another damn breaking up-river, and he's out of sand, and low on bags, and very tired but knows he has to do whatever it takes because the flooding of his house is just not an option.

I know that everything will get completed, and nothing (well, except for the actual end of the world) is the end of the world.

fuck

what if this IS the actual end of the world? how would you know untill it's too late? (this is what I'm wondering now) I wonder if when a person dies it feels to them as if it is the end of the world... Too bad you can't ask them. I'll bet that would make for an interesting story in a magazine.

The world is catching up with me:

How can one man possibly do it all?

oh who cares

really it's like a tree falling in the forrest. And the Chicken and the Egg. But even more really, who the fuck cares. If the goddamn tree fell in some secluded forrest and someone actually has the time to try and figure if it made a sound we should kick them really hard and see if they make a sound. Then maybe we should have some ice cream.

I think that living a real-life could share a component of photography: Many of the truly important specs of time are the moments between moments.

I accept the fact that I will never be able to understand things the way I desire.
I am beginning to accept that there are aspects of myself that I can not change.
I wish I was able to know my thoughts well enough to SPEAK them in a timley manner.
I don't think I'm stupid, but realize I am flawed and have deficiencies.
I wish I had the courage and energy and purpose to take another trip.
I sometimes feel like I should go through my entire life without ever taking a vacation.
I wish I could let myself engage in more reckelss behavior.