Otherwise, what do I make of the state of the world - my own world that is, for what do I care about the outside world. No really I mean it, what point is there thinking about the outside world which doesn't think about yours, and basically ignores you anyway. After all, what could be fairer to ignore that which ignores you.
The damn fortune teller has so far been wrong in his predictions, and I'm very tired of false prophesy. We won't even start in on the extra complications that accompany everything I try to do. Clarity, like pulling a loose toenail off, is painful, but the pain is at least acute, sharp and short-lived. You pull the nail off, you suffer a few moments of acute pain, but then you can put on, and take off your socks easily. Not so when things are ambiguous, and ambiguity (or maybe its delusion) is what haunts me now and I need a good exorcism if that's the case. Maybe on Tuesday at 5pm, the ritual I've arranged will increase clarity for me. I can only hope so. Either way, there'll be complications, of that I'm sure.
I wrote this few paragraphs today because it's been on my to do list for a while - write a post - and so I can now cross this off my list and move onto the next item on the list which is "deal with finances", which I don't really want to do. So now that's done, I can end this little complain and whine with a cosmic wish list of things that I hope happen sometime in the future, but not too far in the future because, well because I don't have all that much time left to enjoy stuff.
And that's it - not much to ask for really is it? But the enormity of the asking doesn't really matter. It'll either happen or not, and the randomness of the selection is paralleled only by those coming from assorted review panels.
Randomness. The bane of my life. The inexplicable actions of others - the other bane of my life. The fraying of knots that make up the fabric of what is a carefully constructed reality that shields me from alternate realities - that really kinda pisses me off these days. At this point, I'm not so much angry as resigned and with luck this will never veer towards anger like that which I nurtured towards the feckwits from years past. Feckwits - so many of them to avoid, ignore and generally sidestep with disdain.
And one last thing - the stupid bitch-cow who questions my existence when it's been proven over and over and over again - I can only hope she's tipped over in her sleep and falls into a mud hole that is difficult to climb out of.
Oh my. I slipped out of my usual polite self there. Why, that felt quite good.