Morning Circle

I was recording a song tonight and my little dogs were playing in my room.  So, I recorded them too.  You can hear their collars shaking and one of them lets out a little bark.  It’s cute.

People are weird.  Scary.  It’s very weird to me what we are capable of.  Maybe not weird.  It’s scary to me.  I don’t think we understand each other and I don’t think we understand life.  I know we don’t.  I think the lack of understanding creates a disregard for people’s life.  This doesn’t pertain to all people, obviously.  But, to think that it even pertains to 1 if not 100 people is very scary.  I think it’s remarkable that not being able to understand will create disregard.  I don’t know how that’s possible.  But it is.  And I think it is proven so on a daily basis.

It might be nice to take your family, your close friends, and just move to a remote island.  A secluded little place.  And just not worry about the world.  Not worry about those that choose to ignore the beauty of the world.  Why create clouds when it’s sunny?

I love Calvin and Hobbes.  I’m not a big reader, although I wish I was.  While Calvin and Hobbes is not a book, I could read them all the time.  If you would pay me to read them I would quit this job I have and work for you.  It’s funny, smart, and moving.  I find it to be unlike any other comic I’ve read in my life.  I almost don’t even consider it a comic.  I don’t know what else I would call it, but I would call it something else.

It’s hard when you can’t feel as sad about something as you think you should.  When someone you kind of know, or know through someone else, passes away you feel that sadness.  But, it’s not a long-term sadness.  It kind of hits you and then goes away.  You can even feel sad for those who are truly affected by it but you can’t seem to be truly sad about it.  It makes me feel like I’m not doing my job as a human.  I think, “Am I a robot?”  But, then I bleed and know that I am not.  Sometimes it feels like I’m saying, “I understand what you’re going through is difficult and I’m sorry for your loss.  Let me know if I can do anything to help.  But, also know that as soon as I leave here I’m going to go back to my normal life and forget about this and not be sad for the rest of the day.”  I mean, obviously that’s not exactly how it happens and I’m exaggerating, but it sucks.

I heard a joke today that was pretty clever.

Green Tea with Citrus is really good.  How good you may ask?  This good.

I want it to be warm.  Again.

Things In The World

Are so crazy.  I, along with everyone else, read things that happen that are just so crazy.  I truly don’t understand some of the things that happen in this world.  There are good things.  Such good things.  People helping people, helping those less fortunate and those who have endured natural disasters that have rocked their way of living.  It’s so great to see that.  But, then there are these just terrible acts committed by humans that really bring things down.  It’s so common to hear, “Focus on the good.”  But, if that’s true then why are the bad things all we ever hear about?  Yes the relief effort in Haiti is fantastic and all over the news and that is so great.  But, why can’t things of that nature that happen daily on a smaller scale be talked about as well?  Not only talked about as well, but often.  I hope no one gets jaded by the news thinking this world only has awful things that exist within it.  There are bad things, but there are good things.  I honestly don’t know which outweighs the other.  You can make your own decision about that.  Nothing in the world is a fairy tale, that’s certain.  But there are characters that would exist in a fairy tale that are around.  There are villains, too.  Don’t be a villain.

Are you comfortable in your own skin?  Such an interesting question.  Are you?  Is your skin comfortable?  Would you wear it as a jacket if you were cold?  If you had a choice, that is.  But, we don’t.

It’s nice to realize things about yourself.  The good, the bad.  It’s nice to realize these and improve the bad and boast the good.  I don’t understand people who say, “Yeah, I’m a bitch but at least I know it.”  What are you talking about?  Yes, you are.  I’m glad you realize it.  Now, how about you stop being one?  If you realize that you’re a jerk then why don’t you work on cutting it out?  These things don’t happen over night, sure we understand.  I do.  It’s hard to understand and it’s hard to realize and accept it, though.  But, stop using that as an excuse for the way you are.  “I kill people but hey at least I realize it.”  Oh, well then by all means continue killing people because hey everyone, they realize it.  They know they’re doing it.  It is validated.

Everything In It’s Right Place.  Scary to think if it was.  What if you found out one day that everything in fact was in its right place.  Would you be sad?  Or would you think that it felt like it so it’s good to have that confirmation that you were right.  Your life has gone the absolute right way.  There is nothing that has happened that was out-of-place.  Odd.  Good song, though.  Crazy good live, too.

What if you were given a family name that was awful.  They gave you this name as a child, they told you when you were old enough to understand that it has been in the family for generations and all the history that comes with that.  All this historic, prestigious allure that comes with this name and those who had it before you and all the accomplishments they had in their fantastic life.  Sounds great right?  Sounds absolutely beautiful and it’s such a compliment that you would be given this name right?  What if the name was Schmermy.  That’s just the first name, though.  What if the middle name was Herfestry.  And then to top it all of your last name just so happens to be Plop.  Schmermy Herfestry Plop.  That is your name.  Good God.  You can legally change your name when you’re 18?  I think.  Maybe it’s 16.  I really can’t remember.  But, what do you do in that situation?  This historic prestigious name to be bestowed upon you.  Your parents are just so proud that they have conceived a child that is great enough to bear this name.  Would you change it and infuriate your entire family?  Not even just your immediate family.  You would probably piss off all the family that you are aware of.  That’d be a tough choice.  I’m glad I’ve never had to make that choice.  To the Schmermy Herfestry Plop’s of the world, good luck and I’m sorry that you have to make this decision in your life.

Goodnight.