Some things are lost on me

I've never been able to comprehend temperature. I know hot and cold, I know the human body is 98.6 degrees. I know water boils at 212 and freezes at 32 its the 40-80 degree range that confuses me. You know, relevant temperature. If it's 52 or 63 all I need to know is whether I need a sweatshirt, a jacket or two pairs of socks.

I'm unbelievably accurate with time and how long things take, direction on the other hand. I often rise from the subway and have a knotting feeling that north is south, or even worse, east. I lose track of turns when streets are diagnal or turn unnaturally. I remember where I've been and how to get there when I'm driving, but as a passenger, forget it, as a hostage I'd be useless. Show tonight at the laugh lounge to hear the funny, this is more about downloading those off beat thoughts.

Why I'm not concerned

THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END

Proclamations of Armageddon have existed since the inception of the intelligence of man. One who knows a beginning foresees an end. But I'm not worried. Why? Let's say the world was to end tomorrow, it would be done, it would be over and all the worriers would no longer exist. Televangelist would go to their make believe heaven and sinners to their imaginary hell and the rest of the energy would be re-dispersed accordingly.

Too bitter? How about we concentrate on the history of man, of disaster and overcoming it, there is no great meteor in our immediate future; we only dwell on the possibility. If the end is coming it is inevitable, no science, no faith is averting some great flood, so ignore it or accept it if the horizon brings disaster it's already here.

Live each day like it is your last. What a crock. There's a reason why life has an order and assuming today without tomorrow would be the same as ignoring all the yesterdays, we learn, we adapt, we survive for the purposes set forth...no bother. Why the diatribe? I'll get to that later but the long and short of it is a day doesn't go by without some passer mentioning or holding a sign about the inevitable conclusion of our wasted lives...if they really believed that, that the end was so near, would they really waste their time advertising it? I'm all for cynicism but let's be real, if you're holding a sign in the dead of winter in NYC predicting the apocalypse, you are hoping for it, because it might just be an upgrade.

So hack but so true

I'm like a parrot, I tell my daily story over and over again the day it happens and then I forget it for months. Today I woke up pre-dawn to go to a psychiatrist (yes, I'm a little crazy) and picked up a new prescription that needed to be dropped off. I went to the store and it was only going to be ten minutes so I walked around and window shopped while I waited. Knowing that I was picking up medication for bipolar disorder I figured no need for embarrassment and went to the condoms aisle, which is always next to the pregnancy test, and that has been said before (reference of coffins next to alcohol and cigarettes quote here) but surprisingly down the line were indigestion tablets and diarrhea medicine, followed eventually by gummy bears. It was like a montage aisle of the worst six weeks of anyone's one night stand gone wrong. Condom doesn't work, pregnancy test confirms, indigestion abounds, diarrhea follows and finally cravings for the non-aborted fetus begin. I have an imagining of choose your own adventure aisles at this point, walk down aisle two if you want to resume responsibilities for diapers and formula, aisle three for a life of guilt and regret which is laced with porn and alcohol, (probably what got you into trouble in the first place.)

So back to reality after playing through these events I pick up a thing of KY and a medium sized box of the blue Trojans along with a video game magazine and a bottle of Aleve and arrive to the counter after hearing my name. I put the items down preparing to pay and Mr. Pharmacist starts striking up a conversation with me. "Oh you live on Cheryl? I live on Judith, we're like neighbors, I'm Joe," as he shakes my hand. You're not my neighbor, you're my pharmacist I want anonymity, not a name and an address. Now I'm not embarrassed because I don't let it get to me but I'm thinking isn't there etiquette for these situations, you don't strike up small talk at an STD testing center do you? Anyway, it occurred to me, to him, I'm a typical customer and apparently and atypical neighbor because I actually introduce myself, but now all day I'm trying to come up with a purchase order that puts this guy in an awkward position to the point where he doesn't have the normalcy to ask my name and shake my hand...all suggestions welcome.

Procrastinate no more

If something doesn't get done tomorrow, it never gets done. I'm not officially starting this yet although my livejournal turned private journal turned blank pages needs to be transferred to a new medium. I need a place to put my non-material and why shouldn't this be it. No self description, no political views, no religious diatribes, I discuss people because I have a small mind and ideas are too complex for me. I misquote the greats because they've said it better already and while television is the bane of my existence it also keeps me going along with eavesdropping and video games. I don't drink coffee but I spend too much time in coffee shops, I don't smoke but I stand outside of bars, I tend to ramble...No looking back at old entries. Start anew and keep this a little less personal and a little more relatable. Until next time...