Keep writing entries in my mind. While I work. While I’m at the gym. Before I go to bed. Wish I could win the lottery so I could sit here and write while I’m doing my side of photography on the computer. But I can’t.
I want to write about how to make the universe a better place. I have a lot of ideas. Like about how to get out of your boxes. Because you’re in one, and you probably don’t know it.
I want to write about how I think government can and should change–but I’m hundreds of years ahead of my time.
And I want to write about sex, because I don’t get any. And because if we were a truly evolved species getting your needs met wouldn’t be a problem. And I might get laid some days after lunch on my office bed in the middle of the day while I’m wondering why the fuck I’m doing this all for?
I’ve been thinking about this show I’ve been watching about on Netflix called The Lazarus Project which had the potential to be an AMAZING show except too many young folks writing on it–I don’t want to offend, but with age comes some wisdom. And this idea had potential as does my Yelp review but I’m too old and tired to write something that articulate when nobody is going to listen. And I’m wondering why I can’t be the CEO of Tesla (because I’d beat the ass of the guy in charge now) and why I have to go through this every day, watching incompetence, or at least knowing there are people that can only do a mediocre job at something I can excel at but I can’t because I’ve got to get up to “this” every day.
And I’d write every day..and make it meaty…if not for the fact that I’m writing to myself every day. And I know it. No one wants to listen. Except maybe that x…
Gotta work tomorrow…and I really am so tired of this shit.
Ground hogs day.
Video taping old VHS tapes from my dad’s classes back in the 1990’s. Plenty of thoughts on those as well. But why share? Only thing I did share with a friend was a piece with a girl I dated for awhile–didn’t surprise me that she didn’t prepare for her presentation and rolled her eyes at my dad when he politely suggested she hadn’t prepared as she made an excuse to walk off camera. Yep, that fit our relationship perfectly. But I’d rather be talking about my ideas for improving humanity through a completely rearranged legal system. But who would listen?
I’m a thousand years ahead of our time.
And you think that’s silly. But you’re wrong.
Want to write about daily affairs, but it’s all gotten so stupid. Fascism and authoriantaranism unrecognized by uneducated people is a daily thing now. I’ve gotten used to it. When America crumbles, I hope there’s cinnamon apple around. I take pictures at a demontration and our leader says it’s a riot. But they’re all singing and dancing. I saw the riot on Jan 6. Fox spend 2 minutes on it. The rest of the two hours they asked whether or not it was going to snow.
That’s the world I live in. Macro and micro.
Yes, this is a random ranting, but I need to rant a litte.
Saw a meme tonight. What would I give up: Football, beer, steak, or sex. Well, I’m thinking, why can’t life be that easy? I don’t care for sports, beer, while I like, upsets my stomach, beer can go, and steak is wonderful and I can buy it anytime I want, and sex is the best, but I can never find it (unless you’re offering?). So why the hell would I want football? A meme about things I can’t have, upset my stomach, or could care less about, and one thing that’s never going to happen to me again? Shit, maybe you could offer me a million to be alone in a cabin in the woods with no computers?
Easy peasy. I’ve done that most of my adult life.
I’m so tired of this shit folks. So reach out to me and listen or fuck me silly, because in between, it’s me just wondering what the hell is on with all you folks while I’m keeping the engine roaring along on my own.
Fucking never thought it would be this way but was always terrified it would be.
Aslynn
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