just a basket basking in the sun

Is it strange that I think it rude when someone asks me how I am?  You know the typical, “hello”, “hi”, and eventually “how are you?”  I don’t know why but I think it’s such a personal question, and the worse thing is that it’s ask as if it’s just so whatever.  Please don’t ask me if you really don’t give a shit.  Or would you rather me overwhelm you with everything that ails me and leave you feeling utterly alienated?  Am I the only one that hates this small chit-chat question?

          R

So I was reading that there have been cases of suicide in dolphins in captivity.  Now, it’s not clear to me whether or not these dolphins were bred in captivity or if they were captured from their natural habitat.  What I find interesting is the fact that the dolphins recognize their existence, and were able to contemplate life.  That alone is particularly interesting because if a living thing contemplates life, it must also contemplate death; what comes next?  And what’s after life?  That also brings up a lot more questions like: Where did we come from?  Why is life such a bitch?  And why are we here?  Another question that races through my mind is,” are these suicides a bad thing?”  Is the natural selection being thrown off?  How can there really be a survival of the fittest if some possible candidates are locked up?  Yes, they are dying and blah, blah, blah, but I feel that these dolphins might be too smart to be dying off, that they are somehow stifling their own progress.

          R

Not that long ago I was listening to NPR and they were talking about the stock market and the recession and blah blah blah.  At one point the reporter asked, “what if the market went down to 0 points” or something like that, and the interviewee/ economist/broker/whatever chuckled and said very simply that that could never happen because in order for that to happen, the U.S. would have to cease to exist.  That got me to thinking, the U.S. being a super power; a strong economic market would go hand in hand, right?  So is our floundering market just a gesture on where the U.S. stands in the world now and possibly the future?  Was it just a boom? And who will take the reign?

          R

I once read that millions of gallons from a drinking water reservoir had to be drained because a man urinated in it.  Are our 1^st world problems 3^rd world solutions?

          R

The pond might be old but the water is always fresh.

The body might be old but the anima is always fresh.

Think.

          R

You know, sometimes I can’t remember if I did or didn’t brush my teeth, did or didn’t shampoo the small amount of hair I have. And it’s amazing how long I have to think about it to figure out if I did or didn’t. Ultimately, I always get the same answer, and its yes, yes I did brush my teeth and shampoo my hair. And it’s not the amount of time that I have to think about it that gets me, it’s the realization that I just motion through daily routines, it seems automatic. And because it seems so seamless, it got me thinking that I’ll only fall into a trance like state if everything is optimal. Am I not seeing the whole picture when I’m apparently so detached? If so, then what am I missing, what am I not seeing? Does our subconscious take over like an autopilot? Sure, I don’t want to constantly think about what my next move is going to be, but I don’t like feeling idle either. When does it start interfering with life itself?

          R

Why does this happen?  There one second and gone the next, leaving only a faint clue of its former existence.  A tantalizing hint, a hint that leaves me guessing.  Reminiscent.  Where did it go?  It seemed to have captivated my mind and overwhelm itself on this one thought, this brilliant thought.  But as swiftly as the seize occurred, its clutch dissolved, releasing a flood of feelings, emotions, and thoughts.  This seemingly powerful but helpless thought is lost in the ocean of my consciousness.  This whisper, trace of the thought is torture, gives the illusion of only being inches away, but might as well be a million miles away.  Should I abandon all hope of ever fishing out this notion and leave the tormenting clue as a tombstone?

          R

Yes, existing and future service members can now be and serve as who they are, but by no means are favoritism and double standards eradicated.  Choose your battle.

          R

There’s a line in one of my favorite movies (ghost in the shell) and it reads, “When I was a child my thoughts, speech, and actions were those of a child, now that I am a man I have no need for childish ways”.  It is true, and I can say that because even though I don’t consider myself neither old nor young, I don’t do certain things because I feel ridiculous doing them.  That I’m passed that and above that, that there was a time and place for it and it has come and gone.  I don’t do childish things because I don’t want to feel like a child.  Is it for that same reason that children do adult things to feel more like an adult without realizing their consequences?  

          R