Other Days That Thought Is Less Comforting

Some days I take an odd comfort in the idea that things must be going pretty well for a lot of people for so many of them to have the time and energy to argue about such ridiculous things.

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Because That’s How I Learned Not To Do It Anymore

I don’t believe in “Do as I say, not as I do,” but sometimes I have to admit that I’ve had to use “Do as I say, not as I did.”

A Bit Like The People, Come To Think

I wasn’t just making a throwaway joke yesterday about my internal monologue having no filters, by the way.  Read whatever you like into this, but the fact of the matter is my internal monologue long ago stabilized into the language patterns that I used among friends in college.  Those patterns rarely see the light of day anymore unless I’m talking to someone I knew from those days, but they’ve always stayed with me.

My Internal Monologue Has No Filters

Today I read about something someone whose work I used to profoundly admire doing something I found even more profoundly distasteful than anything I had ever admired about them.  When confronted about this, their response was, essentially, “I’m being persecuted for my political beliefs!”.

To which my internal monologue responded, “*****, I didn’t even know about your political beliefs before you said something, and I still thought it was a **** move!”.

This May Be A Long Day, My Computer Literally Crashed Before I Could Finish Posting This The First Time

Oh, look, the Blue Screen of Death has gotten a facelift since last I saw it, and thanks to the latest update, it wants to show off its new look every chance it gets.

The Best Piece Of Advice I Ever Got From The Teacher I Hated The Most

“If you’re going to fall behind, do it sooner rather than later.  The earlier you fall behind in a race, the more time you have to catch up before the finish line.”

Mostly Infinite Variations On “I Am Unhappy”

Maybe the storm outside right now is overly influencing my mood, but some days it’s particularly hard for me to read news feeds, social media feeds, comments sections, etc. because all I end up seeing is what I read behind the actual words.

At Least One Person Out There Anticipated Where I Was Going With This

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I wanted to add that the dogs get so depressed at their “failure” that it’s now fairly common for trainers to arrange for the dog to “find” a volunteer so the dog can feel like a good dog again even in situations where success was impossible.

I’m not kidding when I say this is a life changing insight for me.

I Feel Bad For The Dogs, But Better About Myself

The other day I read that search and rescue dogs have been known to become depressed when they fail to find people even if there are no people to find and their “failure” is no fault of theirs.

Somehow the world made a little more sense to me after learning that.

This Just Struck Me As Funny

While we were out yesterday, L’s Mother walked over to a nearby organic grocery/health store she likes while I settled our lunch bill.  When it was time for me to join her I found myself momentarily stymied because while I knew the general direction of where she had gone, all the store signs were blocked by foliage from where I was standing.

Now where specifically did she go? I wondered to myself.

Then over one of the doorways I saw a banner proclaiming, “CBD products sold here!”, and I had my answer.