I love the dark grey winter skies of Seattle, but I'm ready for a little sun break. I've seen a vague orb of brightness behind layers of moisture, but the clouds beat it back every time. I'm always careful of little earth creatures as I walk to work, but lately there have been large earthworms stretched out on the wet sidewalks, and I have to do a little Gene Kelly dance to avoid smooshing them. On the plus side, with all this rain the mushroom growth has been amazing.
So, it's late on Wednesday evening. I am usually home by seven, but I was asked by a co-worker to switch shifts, so I worked from 2pm until 10pm. I have the desire to write more for this post, but the digital numbers have spilled over past midnight, and I'm still battling last week's cold. My stepson thinks he has Ebola, which is apparently why he hasn't been able to change the cats' litter box for the past two weeks.
If I let my thoughts wander tonight, they tend to go to the dark side, where I am angry about the election and the surrounding ignorant masses that inevitably screw up real human progress every time. We get the electorate we deserve, but I didn't ask to be born into this egotistical backward-looking society. We are given our lot in life, purely by lottery. Mix one
part DNA, with one part environment and mix thoroughly. Then throw away
that mix and roll the dice. Life is one big crap shoot.
I would find it very odd if there were truly some supernatural being, watching over us like some super Santa. No one can see him/her/it, and no one technology can pick up the presence of this supposed deity. And yet, folks claim to have this thing called faith, which basically means that they are going to believe in God (or unicorns, or leprechauns, or trolls, or the Loch Ness Fucking Monster.) whether proof exists or not. If they took the time to reason it out, they would plainly see that believing in a supernatural deity, and worshiping that deity is a big waste of time. Maybe you don't think about your belief much, and just keep it in the back of your mind in the room that Pascal designed...
Oh shit! I'm going off on a tangent, and a risky one at that. The smart thing to do at this point is to pack a bowl (What does he mean, "pack a bowl"?) and head out to the deck one more time. I'll keep listening to this Arctic Monkey playlist and let my stresses about things I have no control over drift off towards the morning, which is still about five hours to the east. Stay chill my friends, and remember that the best things in life are always free, with purchase.