With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
June 03, 2009 - 11:15 a.m.
I did something last night I try to avoid, I took an Ambien CR. I haven't slept through the night in ages. It isn't a sleep disorder, I just keep getting disturbed. I've had diarrhea, the apartment has gotten uncomfortably warm, I've had pain in my joints, there have been loud noises in the street. There always seems to be something. It has been sapping my strength so last night I did something about it. I usually take nothing before I go to sleep last night I popped the aforementioned Ambien CR, two Imodium, and two acetaminophen. It didn't totally succeed, I did wake up once but I fell right back asleep and I felt better in the morning that I have in ages. The trick is to not become dependent. Tonight I'll restrict myself to the Imodium.
I'm going to be forced to leave my apartment today as I have to move my car across the street. I want to go to Motor Vehicles to get the security drivers license I need to go to Canada and to Bed Bath, &Beyond. I did something idiotic yesterday. I kept on forgetting about the water I was boiling for my coffee. I boiled out the kettle 4 times. The last time the nob that you use to pick up the lid fell off as I walked in, something in it had melted. I could also use a new dish rack. My old one is pretty grody.
There are some things that are always on my mind. Some of these I'll often write about, baseball, music, people deluding themselves. Some I write about in relation to current events, politics for the most part. Some I write about when I can figure out how to get away with it, my insecurities for the most part. There are many issues that I would love to share with you but the very act of sharing them would make them worse. I then get anxiety from not being able to write about them and want to write about that but I can't which gives me more anxiety which I want to write about … . You get the idea. Sometimes something happens to relieve the tension. Sometimes I just work things out in my head. Other times I tell one person and he or she can help.
Talking to people about problems is a hit or miss thing. They sometimes miss the point entirely. Sensitive intelligent people that know you can still say exactly the wrong thing. I'm sure I do that too. There was a point years ago when I tried to talk to an old friend about something and he seemed incapable of appreciating the situation at all. It was something unusual and out of my experience except for that one time and his reaction was, "People are like that." Well, yes some people are. The person I was talking to him about was, but she was the only one that I ever met. It was like I said, "My friend thinks she's a kangaroo and wants me to sew a pouch on her." And he said, "I've heard of that. Seen any good movies?" I actually made a point then of trying to actively seek out new friends. It wasn't that he was a bad friend, he isn't, he's a great one; he just has some blind spots.
So now I’m running things that are bothering me through my head and finding that not only can I not write about them but I can't even think of a way to write around them.
Ahhh, here's a way to write around one of them.
I was with a friend that was feeling much the same thing. A moment hit where she felt that she could let the façade down with me. She said that she's tired of always having to act up and happy when she wasn't. I told her that she didn't have to act that way with me but I know what she meant. The point is that it made me feel good when she said that. I was someone she felt was special enough to share what she is afraid to share with others.
Of course there are some that do that all the time. I had a friend who I was very impressed when she shared her deep dark secret with me. I later found that she shared this deep dark secret with everyone. I don't think it was deliberate but this was her conversational gambit to create a feeling of intimacy.
Is that what I'm doing now? No. Well not consciously. I'm doing what I always try to do. I'm trying to get you to think. I'm trying to get me to think. Thinking is good.
So that's some of the things that go through my head when I'm not thinking about anything in particular.
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