And, now, for some stream of consciousness. I must be conscious, because I am putting words on a “page”…
Ever since I started this blog—because someone suggested that a blog would help sell my trash fiction, which it hasn’t—I have felt obligated to post something each day, in case somewhere in the world, some poor soul with nothing better to do might want to read something witty or worthless, to take his or her mind off all the troubles of the day, big or small, at home or abroad. Some days, I offer a link to something worthwhile—of course, written by someone talented. There are a few regular favorites, some humorous, some intelligent, and some both: Borowitz, Collins, Jenkins, Non Sequitur, and so on. If I like and respect them, then everyone should. Duh!
Today, when thinking about what to write, I could find nothing to offer the world…except my thoughts, as I was trying to take a nap. I have found that a nap is a good way to waste time, when I can think of nothing better to do or as an excuse to avoid things I could do. Ronald Reagan took naps and look at all the damage he did. This line of thinking led me to consider what I should be doing. At the highest level of consciousness, I realised that the only thing required of me—as a human being—is to eat and sleep. I have fulfilled my purpose on this earth by reproducing two fine children, who are attractive, intelligent, and good humans. I have no other purpose.
Because of that, there is no crime in taking a nap…whenever I want. As far as the eating part goes, I am lucky. When I consider the fate of overweight Americans, I know that there but a good metabolism go I. At times, I will eat an entire bag of potato chips or a pint of ice cream. The appealing flavor helps me to understand why folks put on pounds: it tastes good, therefore I eat. Self-discipline—which I have—is not at issue, it’s metabolism. Either one puts on weight or one does not. I am lucky.
So, I can eat and sleep all I like, being content that I am harming no one and not avoiding any useful purpose. That’s what I call a good life. The only aggravation comes at the times when I am foolish enough to flip through the news channels and pause at Fox News or glance at the headlines on Salon, which scream about the idiots on the right side of the political spectrum. And, believe me, these people are evil idiots.
Which reminds me to finalize my next trash novel, in which some bad folks play a role. I have written a rough draft, but can’t find the needed motivation to finish the damn thing and share it with the world…which is not interested in another trash novel…
I’m happy to be living at this point in human history. There was a time when a person like me was considered witless (some might think that now!) and another period would have seen me suffering from a disease.
I learned this in an article reviewing books books dealing with curiosity. Earlier, idle thought was frowned upon: one was supposed to read the bible. Also, wisdom was defined as common knowledge, not questioning or new having ideas.
I will continue to question, wonder, comment, and criticize. That's much more fun that reading some dumb old book of myths.
Which might be the sound made by a dull thought...
Sorry to shatter the illusion of anyone, who believes that I am a great thinker merely because I manage to spout garbage each day in this meaningless (except for me) blog. I am, therefore I think (not the other way around). That does not make me, or anyone, a great thinker. Everyone thinks, because it’s not that hard, but not all thoughts are significant or worth repeating (like this blog).
Humans are born, and they die; in between each must keep busy. Thinking is one activity that anyone can do, regardless of race, creed, or IQ. Most thoughts are not worth repeating, even though some people persist in informing the world of their lack of wisdom and intelligence. Many confuse opinions with intelligent thought, and many fall prey to assumed erudition, when they would be better off tuning out.
Think about it...
A few nights a week, I sit with a child, while he tries to fall asleep. He tosses and turns, stares at the ceiling. and makes few sounds. Until he dozes off, his eyes are open. Occasionally, he reaches for my hand and squeezes it, seeking reassurance that he is not alone for his journey into darkness.
I wondered what he is thinking. Did he rehash the day’s events--first day at daycare, meals, playground adventures, trips in a car, bath, diaper changes, etc.? Is it possible that his thoughts range further afield to events in his 18 months of life? Or to the time before he “hatched” and went from darkness to light? Does he think about the person sitting with him?
Do children contemplate the future? Had he figured out how to imagine what might happen based upon what he has experience in his long life? No one can answer what goes on in an infants brain, but it’s fun to imagine and wonder. Just watching a child reveals a great deal, but much will go unanswered...
I found this article interesting, because I have said much the same thing in the past (without the necessary credentials to write an article). Perhaps, recent studies in human behavior, which point to actions being controlled mostly by unconscious thought, confirm my observations and this article’s premise.
I often said that people “think too much” or were “too smart” for a particular job. This was often the case in advertising or marketing positions. Tasks were over-thought or intellectualized. Some aspects of life require common sense and intuition, not long, drawn-out thought. There are people, who can take a small issue about blow up into something incompressible, and there are others, who can find the core of a large issue. Too many consider the former type to be more intelligent, because of their excessive rhetoric. I do not.