It is interesting to note what it is that we do regularly, as a matter of course. And then to note the things we say we want to do regularly. What we say we want to do and what we really want to do are two completely different things. And then, it’s interesting to note which of those things we actually do… what we follow through on. There’s not much, for the average one among us.
I am certainly no exception. But what I have recently discovered is when we actually stop to make these observations. We generally don’t do it while in the bosom of our family, blood or chosen. We generally don’t do any remarking when in social situations, or while watching television, or reading, or riding the train.
We do them when our routine is disrupted.
I am currently alone, sitting on my roof (as I often do) and making the realization of the realization that we only take note of these things when is situations like the one I am in. How’s that shake up your spinal chord?
I think it’s an interesting exersize to try to replicate this. If you work for yourself, and are alone with your thoughts enough, it’s not hard to achieve. If your days and nights are usually full, harder so. I get to do it all the time, which sucks in a way. You get to realize, often, that you are spinning your wheels most of the time. And the really interesting thing is, almost all of us are spinning our wheels – we just don’t all have the time to sit back and say, ‘You know what, I’m spinning the shit out of these wheels. I need to get my tires rotated.’
So, one of these realizations is that I never really write about stuff here that other people write about in their blogs. Lots of people write about shit that has happened to them lately. I generally just wax philosophical, or rant, or rave, or anger people. I seem to be good at that. The last one, I mean. Maybe other people just suck at not taking themselves too seriously. Think about it.
So, I’ll give it a go. Let me relate an anecdote from my recent past… trouble is, most of my anecdotes are more like short stories. Or pamphlets. Novellas. They aren’t short and sweet, generally. And once you get my talking, it’s hard to get me to shut the fuck up again.
I seriously can’t think of anything, though. I’ll try harder…