I’m hooked on exclusivity,so I look for something new all the time.It’s now nigh impossible to be the only listener and find something original.
I will keep on trying though.Hearing that unique voice with nuggets of wisdom that light the soul and aren’t part of the Social Media clamber to be a big number .
Mind you it has to be interesting and make me laugh,so when I find one it tends to get popular and I stop listening.
My favourite subject at school was Physical Education or P.E. for short.
I loved all the sports,running,hockey,football,badminton and volleyball
I even liked the bane of every schoolboys life
“Ballroom Dancing”
However ,my joy was short lived when the most handsome P.E teacher in the school chose me as a partner to demonstrate a step and I discovered he had really bad breath
I squirmed my way through the steps and halitosis.
It was a valuable lesson in life, never assume the good looking ones have high personal hygiene standards.
I could never manage screen time as wonderfully as great actresses like Joan Crawford and Bette Davis.They were women who took an extremely misogynic system and fought tooth and nail successfully to achieve status and stardom.
So allocating myself screen time on my various devices is a doddle and can be summarised as Just Say No.
Screen time does not hold the key to everything,just like going to the gym for 8 hours a day will result in you straining something.
Accept you are tired and need a break,whether it be a regenerative sleep or a brisk walk in the rain.
Time waits for no man( or woman) is one of my favourite sayings. A vision of a timely schoolteacher with a clipboard in hand regarding his errant pupils with despair as the clock reaches the time when the classes will start comes to mind.
Tempus Fugit is a Latin phrase translated to English as “Time Flies”.Apparently there are loads of gravestones around the World who have engraved on them an egg timer with wings. Talk about rubbing the fact in that time has run out.Strewth.
Finally,time is ethereal and possibly unfairly blamed or defined by humanity. While writing this piece my time has passed enjoyably and I like to think productively . Yet some would regard me as wasting time.The laugh is on them.
Time doesn’t wait, but at the same time, time in itself is of value in that it measures a period. The user of the time determines what happens within that time period. Thus we need time as a measure,but our use of time should not be defined purely in terms of use to others ,but also more importantly to ourselves.
If we feel our time is useful and we enjoy measuring it,why not? In reality external forces to us do the measuring and it is up to us to decide if we value that measure or the actual time. So we do need time,but I’m not so sure about the measure.
My life if it still exists will be totally Grungey,but in a good sort of Nirvana (without the sad end of Kurt Cobain) and without the David Grohl affirmation of being an ex-Nirvana bandmate.
I will probably have a favourite jumper which I will wear every day for three years in a Kurt scruff style.Except I will fool everyone by having two identical ones,so I won’t be smelly as one will always be in the wash.
Of course not being as as beautiful as Kurt, will be a drawback,but I will keep everyone guessing.
I will have deep emotional thoughts and generally hold my hands up to those in authority and say “enough” in a vague sort of way ,that will puzzle them but they won’t be able to ignore me because by then I will have garnered interest amongst many in the World,whose lives have been grunged by fools whose values I very much disdain.
As I say,the only bummer is that these reprobate leaders will have ruined everything and destroyed the planet.
If I survive though; the fact that I live simply and give a damn will stop those unhinged egotists in their tracks.
RIP Kurt Cobain,but Nirvana lives on and perhaps in three years the World will be closer to attaining it.
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.
I arrived at the white room by teleport, scanning a barcode which put my location and body mass details in.From the centre of Birmingham England,I was transported to aThe White Room.
In The White Room my holiday began.
My thoughts decided what I would do.
My first thought,I would like to go for a swim in a warm water sea with no sharks or jellyfish.
One of the white walls became a patio window which looked out onto a beautiful white sand beach.My clothes changed and I was in a very attractive full swimsuit and flip flops.My skin was moist with very expensive sun tan lotion and my hair was tied up with a rainbow coloured scrunch.
I walked slowly into the beach and down to the waters edge.I looked back at the patio,it was still there.
I walked thigh deep into the water and bent my knees and stretched my arms out and felt the warmth of the blue sea embrace my body as I floated away.
I swam for ages and eventually I returned to the White Room.Whatever thoughts or wishes I had made my ideal holiday and they all happened.The proviso being they did no harm to any living thing(that was in the terms and conditions).
I had a wonderful holiday and of course did not want it to end. Dreaming of the next. Until next year.
What would you ask from the White Room? All holidays are good for you,and it is worth thinking carefully about them,to maximise your enjoyment.
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
The worst trait of human existence is to use others for benefit without equitable reward. Look out for them,don’t have anything to do with them.
If an idea is so bad it needs slave labour then it is a bad idea.
If someone despises others because they perceive they are less talented or able than themselves and thus deserve abuse then stay out of their way and do your best to warn others.
Humanity does not waste and uses skills to make things better.It does not abuse.
Watch and learn what motivates people to behave like they do and avoid the users.
So sad to hear that you don’t get excited anymore.
That you’ve lost that childish wonder about the World we are in.Interestingly wild animals don’t really get excited,they are too busy surviving. Maybe that applies to you.To maintain life is a survival and a priority.
Pets are different,they get excited,they do zoomies in a field,they play with each other,they see water and want to jump in it.
Best of all,you come home and they are happy to see you. Bit like children you say.
I’m pleased to say that dogs in particular, never lose that excitement.They are like that in their nineties as long as they stay healthy.So they get excited even when they are old.
Still,as you say a bit like children,maybe we all need to be kids’ at heart,don’t you think?