Monthly Archives: October 2018
Limited Time Offer? Ha!
How many times have you seen or been told, “You better act now! This offer won’t be repeated. Blah blah blah.” ? And then the offer is repeated many times, and then many times more.
Such is the case with several online products that companies offer me. I do not take their “one-time” offer the first time they offer it. So, they offer it again and again with the same, “Act Now! This offer won’t be repeated.” They want me to believe that the world will end if I do not act to take advantage of a sale. They also want me to believe that I will save money by buying something on sale which is better than actually saving money by not spending it.
So what happens if I miss out on a sale? I may end up spending more at a later time. I may wait until the product goes on sale again and buy it then, or I may never buy the product. Do I need it? Is it a matter of life and death if I do not buy it?
Marketers cannot make the Universe run on money and sales and limited time offers, but they keep trying. Their efforts are ignored by people who know that the Universe has already given them everything they need.
BOOM!
My life is in pieces. What blew my life to pieces was personal and unexpected. It stunned me. It still stuns me.
I cannot pick up all the pieces of my life and start again. I can, but I do not want to. Now that my life is in pieces, I am content to leave some pieces on the floor and allow their spaces to be filled with something new.
What blew my life to pieces was not bad. I never saw it coming. Things I once believed, I no longer believe. I don’t know. I really don’t know. And so there is fear, and reluctant excitement, as I slowly walk towards the unknown.
What? No Smell? Not For Long
Today, October 18th, I did not smell marijuana until the middle of the day. I was on a bus on my way to my storage unit. An old man—a really old man!—reeked of skunk and was munching on a bag of chips. When I got to my storage unit, the building was high from all the pot smoke in the air. From storage I went to the library. Near the library, on the street, a couple of teenagers shared a joint.
I fear a drug test will show marijuana in my blood. And who will believe me when I say, “I don’t smoke pot, but I’m around a lot of people who do.”?
What? No Smell?
I was not looking forward to today, October 17th, the day they legalized marijuana in Canada. Prior to today, almost everywhere I went, I smelled marijuana. This happened every day, every day, every day. If people were not smoking it, then they had just smoked it and smelled like a skunk. If I was smelling it almost everywhere when it was illegal, then I assumed I would smell it everywhere after they legalized it.
I never used to mind the smell of marijuana, but began to dislike it because I was smelling it almost everywhere every day, every day, every day. I also worried that it would show up in my blood if I did a drug test.
Did I worry about October 17th for nothing? I have gone almost everywhere today, and I have yet to smell marijuana. Unbelievable! It is Day One of legalized pot, and I have yet to smell it or see anyone smoking it. I cannot remember the last time I went an entire day without smelling marijuana or seeing people smoke it. How long will this last?
A Little Black Humor
Humor is subjective. What is funny to one person is not funny to another.
Nothing is sacred for me when it comes to humor. Anything goes. I do not let the subject of the joke decide whether I will laugh. I have had some dark times in my life, and humor has helped me to cope. As a result, I ended up with what some people call, “a sick sense of humor.”
Yesterday I met a friend who shares my “sick” sense of humor. We joked and laughed about a few taboo topics, and did not have to worry about offending anyone.
Naturally, we joked about death. I said that I would like as an inscription on my tombstone: You never know how your day is going to go.
He came up with inscriptions far funnier than mine. He said that he had three things he wanted on his tombstone, and that he could not decide which one to have.
I will leave you with his three choices:
1 – An arrow on his tombstone pointing to the next grave with the words, I’m with stupid.
2 – Inscription: I’m losing weight. Ask me how.
3 – Inscription: Don’t tell my wife that I am here.
Blank Page
He sat there facing a blank page. What to write? The words would not come. Where were the voices to tell him what to write? On a break? Do voices in your head take breaks? If so, then where do they go? Someone else’s head? Do the voices compare heads?
“I like So-and-So’s head better than What’s-his-name’s head because there is more space.”
“Yes, but I don’t like the echo, in So-and-So’s head, when we talk to each other.”
The blank page stared back at him. Perhaps if he went for a walk, then the words would come. Walking worked for Charles Dickens when the words would not come. Someone once said that not only should we think with our minds, but also think with our bodies. And how do we think with our bodies? Movement! Walking, dancing, jumping, shaking—it does not matter as long as our bodies are moving.
He put his pencil down and got up to go for a walk. Perhaps while walking he would meet the voices in his head, and they would tell him what to write.
Voices After Thanksgiving
“So, did you have a good Thanksgiving?”
Yes, I went to my sister’s for dinner. I always like going to my sister’s because she treats me like family.
“And what are you grateful for?”
Many things.
“Can you name one of the many things?”
Well, I am grateful for you.
“Why?”
I can never be lonely. I love crawling inside my head and listening to what you have to say?
“You should write what we have to say.”
I do.
“But not always.”
True, I should write more. But if I did write more, would I still think, ‘I should write more’? Can I ever write enough?
“Why not try writing more and find out. We have so much to tell you.”
I want to promise I will, but I know I have a pile of excuses that can’t wait for me to use them. And then there is self-doubt. Does it matter whether I write? Will the Universe stop if I don’t?
“You have to walk your own path. We cannot walk it for you, but we can offer support. When you are ready to write, we will be here.”
And for that I am grateful. Thanks.
One of Those Days
The Moon was not in the Seventh House and Jupiter did not align with Mars. No one really knew where the Moon was. Was it in someone’s pants waiting to be exposed? As for Jupiter and Mars? They were aligned and then they broke up. In other words, it was one of those days.
When I got up this morning I stubbed my toe and taught myself some new swear words.
I got lost on my way to work. This was odd because I work from home.
Just after lunch, I dropped my heart and it broke. How do you mend a broken heart?
My neighbors, who are cannibals, invited me for dinner. I would have gone, but my toe was still sore and I had not found my way home from work.
I will be going to bed early. And as I lay me down to sleep, I will hope that tomorrow the Moon will be in a house instead of someone’s pants. I will also hope that Jupiter and Mars get back together.