Train Of Thought

My friend recently told me he wants something…

Enter train of thought:

But he already has one. Is he not satisfied? Why are people never satisfied, why is it so hard to be contented with what you already have. It’s like one can not appreciate what one has right here right now. People always want better, faster, newer, better, shinier, and better than what they already have. Why? Sometimes I want to smack people in their faces and yell at them an inch from their ears: “FUCK YOU, AND TAKE A LOOK AROUND! WHAT DO YOU SEE? YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! YOUR STUFF! PILES AND PILES OF STUFF! DO YOU REALLY NEED MORE!?” I hate stuff, and I want to have as little of it as possible. To dream and to wish and to long for better, faster, newer, better, shinier and better stuff than what you already have leads to progress, which leads me to think that progress is the root of all evil. I wish we all still lived in that cave and never came out. But I would probably be so bored I would invent the wheel for the hell of it and it all would spiral downwards from there. People is a never-ending cycle of stupidity, tragedy, misery and never being able to be happy. I mostly don’t like people and I need a break.

Smart, clever and profound?

I don’t mean to be,
but sometimes I am.
I don’t intend to be,
but sometimes I can be.
I’m not trying to be,
but sometimes it just happens.

Smart, clever and profound?
I don’t know, ’cause mostly I just feel stupid.

“I think about weird things”, I said. Like, “how do birds survive”, I asked, “since everything looks different from up above?”

He said I’m deep, but as I shrugged and tried to be negligent,
I couldn’t help but feel a little joy about the fact that somebody noticed what I’ve always kind of suspected all along; I’m pretty damn smart, and maybe a little clever, too.

And since even a blind squirrel sometimes finds an acorn, even I can be profound.
However, on most hours of the day, and for most days of the week I just feel stupid, but
I’m trying not to let that get in the way.

I was told that Einstein came up with the theory of relativity
while he was riding the tram. And perhaps this is the secret…

All profound things lie in the simplest things.

So “don’t worry, be happy”, E still equals MC2. Go take a walk,
sit down for a cup of java with a mate of yours and then, profound or not, tell me what you thought of.

“Things That Make You Go Hmm” – Part 2

I’ve never liked Coldplay. Their new stuff is on the radio all the time and it’s not particularly interesting or even that good. (Pop music died along time ago and I can’t see it getting better.)

I just saw this, and now I dislike Coldplay even more.
This is blasphemy!

To be reminded you’re fragile

It’s been rough lately, really, really rough. Mentally and physically.

Yesterday as I was driving the truck to a store and all of a sudden my nose starts bleeding. I was a little annoyed because it takes two hands to steer and use the gear shift, I would have needed a third hand to hold my nose. Anyway, I got the truck there and told my co-pilot I need to sit for a while, at least until the nose stops bleeding. It didn’t. It got bad, really bad.

I hurried into the bathroom at the store and stood there and tried all the tricks I knew on how to stop a nose bleed. Nothing helped. I thought I should call my dad, he used to work at hospitals. He then gave me another tip, but that didn’t help either. Fifteen minutes later I was still standing in the bathroom and the nosebleed had got worse and all I could do was to stand there. I panicked a little and called my dad again and I told him it won’t stop and I don’t know what to do anymore.

Eventually the nosebleed stopped, and I went back to work. My co-pilot went home and I had three places left to deliver to. I was worried my nose would start bleeding again, but it didn’t and I got the next store done.

I went on to the second to last place and just as I’m turning around the back to get to the loading dock my nose starts bleeding. I had to sit in the truck for a while and hope and pray it would stop.

But this time I knew help was coming. My dad was out working with his friend, and dad’s friend is also my boss. They came out to the store and the first thing boss said was: “go home and rest, I’ll manage the rest of this because I want to see you on Monday again.”

I was completely exhausted I had trouble even standing up and I bet some of my neighbours must have thought I was drunk as I staggered home. I felt small and fragile and was reminded I’m not superman. It’s a good thing to be reminded of.

The Story Of Stuff

We all need things, that’s understandable…

You need new shoes because you’ve had the old ones for three years. Go buy yourself a new pair, I won’t blame you. You need new shoes because fat heels are not “in” anymore and you go buy yourself a new pair, then get the fuck out of my face.

I hate stuff, and I can’t stand people getting stuff just for the sake of getting stuff.

This is the story of stuff.

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