My Thoughts V, A Day At The Beach
I certainly get a kick out of reading what I wrote in the past ... thoughts change and so, by reading what I wrote as journal entries, I get to laugh at myself. At this entry, re-reading it now, I just had to laugh. The impatient Me ...
June 18th, 2006
I felt like writing again. It is just past midnight . . . I spent the day at the beaches, down on Woodbine. A whole bunch of people showed up – it was a good day, except for loosing my house key, car key, sister’s house key, my father’s car key and some other ones I had on the bloody key chain which is still somewhere in the sand. It’s all good though, nothing really fades me anymore. I am quite invincible I think. I am not Nietzsche’s ‘superman’ but I shall be there soon I believe. A few more hurdles; a few more hills, perhaps some mountains . . . but I will be there.
I have to make a side note here and let something off my heart: in this society, there are many different people who live very different lives from one to another and there seems to be little respect between everyone.
Today for the billionth time I was stuck, driving behind someone who was doing ten clicks under the speed limit and liked to pause for about three to four seconds at each stop sign with no other cars around. It was about an hour or so ago and I was trying to make it home after an extremely long day. Of course I had to pass the turtle by going onto the incoming lane but like I said there was nobody around except us so, no big deal.
After a little while though, I was thinking that since I drive about sixty thousand kilometers each year, I only need one fucker like that on every hundred clicks, to make me waste ten seconds, and I end up with a hundred hours a year lost driving behind turtles. Fuck, that’s like 4.1666666666666666666666666666667 days a year. Is that fair? Think about it, I am not bloody retired, or a millionaire yet, so I don’t have extra days a year to sit at stop signs!
This world’s messed-up. You see, all other animals co-existed in a bloody complicated food chain. But then, the Neanderthal got smart and got into cars and shit, started ramming one another, murdering, kidnapping, doing drive-by in cars – shit, cars are a serious fucking weapon we have. Look in Iraq now: cars blowing up left, right and center. Why are we so fucking nasty and ignorant I really don’t know – I think, that is the question.
Ca c’est tous mes amis – this computer is retarded, I really do think it likes color (it loves to gaily underline my words), a fan of Renoir or Monet, like me perhaps. I’m off to hit the sack. Muie to all, Alleluia!!! (And the ‘muie’ is not underlined in the prior sentence, as if it (the program) knew what it meant!!)
At this point I just want to add a quote:
"As a Tsalagi Elder I would like to say that it makes no difference what color your skin is or what your beliefs is,it only matters as to how you treat people in this life, we are all the same, we all have the same desires and the same goals and that is to be good people and treat one another fairly and with respect, there is an old saying about war. War does not determine who is right. War merely determines who is left. We must learn to have respect for one another and for each other's beliefs."
More by this Author
I do not personally draw or paint much. I can get a pretty good stickman going but that’s about it. Nonetheless, I do enjoy looking at art and paintings. Impressionist paintings have always had a special place in...
Some years back, I wrote a piece here on Hub-pages about Suicide and Hunter S. Thompson. I loved him as a writer and when he chose to take his life, I felt it was an honorable decision. The man lived a full life, with...
I must say right from the beginning that I love Sweetgrass! More often than not, I have a braid or two with me. I love the fresh and sweet smell it has, it reminds me of a particular scent which I encountered in my...