THE CHOICES ARE INFINITE
So many topics to write about to see how I think and feel. Sometimes paralysis sets in with too many choices.
I’m a vegetarian. Being vegetarian has nothing to do with some of my best friends being pigs. I love meat, but my body does not. My body gives me upset stomachs, and other digestive problems, if I eat anything that is born and has eyes. People have told me to go to a doctor and get a pill to take so I can continue to eat meat and not have problems. Why would I do that? My body keeps me healthy when I listen to it. Why would I force it to do something it does not want to do?
When I first became a vegetarian years ago, it was easy for me to choose meals at restaurants. At that time restaurants had a limited vegetarian selection. How easy to choose. But now restaurants have vast selections of vegetarian delights. I take much, much longer making a choice.
And so it is with writing. What do I write about? Do I write about my family? Do I write about my encounters with my fellow nutbars? (Is that the same as writing about family?) Do I write about traveling on the Turtle Transit Cars? (Public transit. TTC – Toronto Transit Commission) Do I write about my dreams and how I don’t remember them? Do I write about politics? Do I write about religion? Do I write about insanity which includes politics and religion?
The choices are infinite.