TBH, this pretty much reflects my entire attitude at the moment towards the world, life and all other humans.
If you can relate - you understand. If you can't - you don't. The world is really just one giant collection of overlapping Venn universes: some are big, some are small - and some are very exclusive.
Do "soul eaters" choose their prey based on the type of candy inside? (No politics today...just pretending the world is all unicorns riding rainbows).
I pronounce today - discipline crossover day. Did you ever wonder what the cat was thinking?
No soul which has not practiced philosophy, and is not absolutely pure when it leaves the body, may attain to the divine nature - that is only for the lover of wisdom. (Plato - Phaedo)
He did not have far to go. He even knew how many steps it was from the gateway of his house. Seven hundred and thirty steps. Lost in dreams, he had somehow counted them once. (Fyodor Dostoevsky - Crime and Punishment)
If you are colorblind, by the time you are an adult you are very tired of playing the "what color is this" game. Proceed at your own risk. You were warned.
A glimpse into my dreams. Trumpet players are on a skyscraper rooftop. They start playing baseball sans gloves. A little girl appears, chases after the ball and goes over the edge. I think about following her - but instantly wake up with this thought.
Happy Monday! Wait, is it Monday? It was a weekend, wasn't it? Anyway. I am sure it is a day. Another day. Another day filled with happy thoughts. Enjoy!
Most writers have had this thought at some point in their life. Many, more than once. An unlucky few - let's not go there today. You just play the hand your dealt, as best you can.
Happy Monday! Happy thoughts! Probability + Psychology = Absurdity. An option with known odds is preferred over one filled with uncertainty. What or who is behind door number 2?
Happiness Is? You would think, at some point, Trump supporters would figure this out. But there is that brainwash thing - so I wouldn't hold my breath. You're not a good man, Mr. President.
Ah, the simple joy of taking something apart and - well, that's it. I need an undo-command. Or a real-life "Watson" that puts things back together for me.
The world is depressing. I'm sad. So. This. Just go "no pulp" - you don't want to lose any important stuff. Also, don't forget to check the expiration date. If it spoils - it becomes permanent. Not saying that's bad. Just worth noting.
This adventure - and the genie's attempt at freedom - is over and they head home for a few weeks. Is a magic lamp a broken TARDIS? Are genies exiled Time Lords? Does their life have meaning? Why do these sound like bad song lyrics?
I set sail ... with the stormy heavens crushing the sea, and my heart twisted with dying. (J. P. Donleavy - The Ginger Man)
This mixture of psychology and mathematics seemed like a good idea - in my head. Oh well. Oil and water. You learn. Sorry, Claude Shannon. I do use information theory and NLP on a daily basis.
Oh, how I yearn for the simpler times. When if you weren't dead by age 14 - you wished you were. And you just didn't have the time, energy or sufficient fucks to care about the world. Or the people in it.
I can't let this one go. Obviously, I was too subtle. So, here is an "in your face" version. Expect future visits to this lab to witness the possible outcomes of whatever flavor of socio-economic inequality you can imagine.
Here was an animated carpet-sweeper, dishwasher, furniture-polisher, general factotum, rising from the factory table - and offering his services as consoler and confidant. (Isaac Asimov - Satisfaction Guaranteed)