Notes For Thursday (and then on)

March 2013

I know since April 30th I’ve been a grouchy dickhead.  Luckily, every time around the wheel, things get a little better.

Julie needs a floral career.   She has experience owning a shop.  Right now she’s waiting tables.

I need a creative career of some sort.  I would prefer one that allows me to do whatever I want, whenever I want, but I’m willing to sacrifice what I want, whenever I can figure out what that is.  Or, maybe I should reserve the right to review what I want first.

Anyway, I think creating is best… even if it’s crap.

So, I’m typing this while my lunch gets cold.

My lunch is last night’s left-overs.   I didn’t eat dinner last night, so this is smelling really good.  I like fasting.

The theory here has to be:

As long as I don’t completely stop helping people get what they want, then I should one day get whatever it is that I want.

I’m sure now that just learning to want nothing is not a good plan.  Seems like the whole point of life is to want things.

…

Here’s the Q & A section:

Q: Hey, why don’t you write a book?

A: I can’t write a page.

Q: Hey, why don’t you work in the oil industry?

A: Stupid question.

I’m trying to eat everything with chop sticks.

As long as I am alive and the ideas continue in my head, then there is the potential for any of it to be.  The only person I have to impress is myself.  I’ve learned things about the human body and being a human being that most people will never learn.  I’ve learned things about the nature of the universe and reality that most people never learn (and, I’m pretty sure, can’t be taught).

I’m either happy with me or I’m not.