it has been pointed out today that none of my life approaches are valid. this leads me to think thinking is crap.
an example to bring this “metafer” into focus.
after said conversation i took a break in the ol’ library restroom/toilet for a growl. i was stewing over all this on the stool when it became time to finish up and pull up the ol’ britches/trousers. while pondering the finer points of the debate about whether “all the best people died in the holocaust” actually implies the critique that “you can’t say someone is less because they survived” and it’s implications on whether “putting others above yourself” is even possible, whether there even is such a thing… in pondering all of this, it took me 4 or 5 attempts to get my britches/trousers pulled back up properly. first, i forgot the boxers/pants. next i forgot the britches/trousers. next the boxers/pans ended up halfway turned around and wadded up underneath my britches/trousers -how does that happen?
i finally gave up my thoughts and managed to sort things out. but it has lead me to this conclusion:
i give up. i may go back to being an electrician in tulsa. screw all this crap.
oh, and i really like fleet foxes. i hope to post about why soon.
3 years ago