On rainy days where the sun seems to hide behind the clouds of muck and pollution, I find it difficult to shower and get dressed. This morning in my daze of listerine and deodorant I forgot to put on any underwear. Someone asked me the other day why we wear underwear, and my response was less than logical. I don’t really know why we wear it either. Alright, well maybe support for boobies bra’s make some sense, but a thong? No real answer comes to mind. I supose it’s just a construct of society that I have never questioned. To truly appreciate the human mind I have realized I must talk to as many backward people as possible. So the journey will begin.
This morning a veteranarian explained to me that my dog has been in constant pain for it’s whole life due to it’s eye’s being irritated and the muscles around them are enlarged- How could I have known? It’s so difficult to imagine being in constant pain but having no way to say anything to receive help. Did the dog hate us for it? For loving her yet not helping? Did she know we could? Or was she silently trapped in a world of pain with no way out, what a hell of a place. And after the surgery, I’ll be laughing at her because the cone looks so funny around her wrinkled head, I’m an asshole.
I can hear the television telling me I’m lazy when I sit in front of it like a zombie- Have you ever wondered if it will someday come alive and kill you in your sleep? I don’t have one in my bedroom. The toaster hates us so it spills it’s crumbs in the cabinet and on the floor every time we pull it out for english muffins, it’s abastard flea market toaster.
Things are coming alive and it’s only the beginning, my computer unplugged itself over the weekend while I was on it, most peculiar. The car drinks gas like it’s whiskey and there seems to be no end to it’s domination over the human race. Do we own our things or do our things own us? I’m cleaning house this week. It’s just stuff and I need less of it.
As with all morals and lessons this one this month has come right on time for me, to really see where I’m going I close my eyes and use what senses I have left- it’s the only way to find the right door. Smiles can be felt not seen, I don’t see in colors but I feel them glowing and warming me at just the right time- when I need it most. I’ve been giving hugs for free to those whom look like they need one, and it’s made all the difference. Human contact is an extraordinary thing, and without it, I’m no better then the toaster or the tv. I could use a foot massage for my troubles, have you got a moment?
