Missing the Sea Dragon
I'm tired, and it's late, and I worked, and I interviewed a person, and I still have to tutor.
But it's great. Truly. As I keep saying, the next habit I'm going to develop will be regular exercising of some minor degree. Since I haven't yet developed that habit, it's the main downside lately.
In other words, besides being physically tired, I'm pretty peachy. Fatigue puts a light strain on most activities, but the overall mercy and grace God has been heaping upon my life easily override most situations.
I was a slug yesterday. Literally.
Like, I literally had no bones, and I was slimy, and I was mortally vulnerable to salt.
But JK. I was FIGURATIVELY a slug yesterday. I half excused it because my cold is still lingering and because I'm moving out of the bloody apartment this weekend. I dunno though. I still would have preferred if I had taken a nap or something.
The bloody apartment: those wankers already have a potential replacement tenant, but they still want the three months' cancellation fee. And I'm probably not going to get my security deposit back because why not. Whatevs.
Summer in March though? What what! I approve.
My favorite painting is no longer at The Art of It. Sad face. Honestly, the place seemed diminished in some way without it. It was the one of the sea dragon (which had very seahorse-like features). I have to start painting soon so that I can hate my first 100 paintings and then start making ones that I really like. NOT TODAY.
Dude, I'm sensitive. Most of the time, it's like, "Yes yes, I have feelings, and I don't suppress them too often." Sometimes, it's striking. There have been a few times at work where I almost cried! And not about work stuff just in case you were worrying. It was about some text I received or sent or I don't even remember, but I sometimes have these feeling-influxes, and it's so feelingy. I just want everybody to get along and be happy. Especially when I'm tired. I guess that's not quite the most effective philosophy to have on this cutthroat planet, but it'll do in a pinch.
Guns guns. Military-style guns are so scary. We should take away guns from all the law-abiding people so that they can get shot up by the not-so-law-abiding people.
Yargh. Don't get me started.
Rainbows are awesome though. Fun fact: rainbows are circular. The rest of the circle simply extends farther than one's vision. Fun fact: circles are circular. Fun fact: weird geometry things happen when one draws shapes on surfaces that aren't planar.
It struck me today that some weird things happen. Freud had a lot of theories. Many of them were stages in what he called psychosexual development. One of the stages consisted of little kids learning how to deal with poop. This is the stage from which we get the term "anal" to refer to uptight people. Typically, when people use this term, they mean anal retentive, which is the tendency of a child, when he is trying to control his world, to hold in poop instead of going in the toilet. The counterpart to anal retentive is typically forgotten: anal expulsive. This type of child, to control his world, poops anywhere but the toilet. These - according to Freud - are the individuals who are habitually messy and live impulsively. Now - here's the weird thing - there seems to be a third category. There are the anal retentive people who keep things in excessive order. There are the anal expulsive people who let things become excessively disordered. Lastly, there are people that get caught up in worrying about peoples varying types of anality. The working term I imagined is anal obsessive. My theory is that there are certain individuals who, when they were children, could not decide on the best method of controlling their world - whether retentively or expulsively. Consequently, in their adult years, they've taken it upon themselves to obsess over other people's dealings with poop since they themselves never figured out how to.
Ultimately, we're all obsessed with our mothers because of their penis envy.
But it's great. Truly. As I keep saying, the next habit I'm going to develop will be regular exercising of some minor degree. Since I haven't yet developed that habit, it's the main downside lately.
In other words, besides being physically tired, I'm pretty peachy. Fatigue puts a light strain on most activities, but the overall mercy and grace God has been heaping upon my life easily override most situations.
I was a slug yesterday. Literally.
Like, I literally had no bones, and I was slimy, and I was mortally vulnerable to salt.
But JK. I was FIGURATIVELY a slug yesterday. I half excused it because my cold is still lingering and because I'm moving out of the bloody apartment this weekend. I dunno though. I still would have preferred if I had taken a nap or something.
The bloody apartment: those wankers already have a potential replacement tenant, but they still want the three months' cancellation fee. And I'm probably not going to get my security deposit back because why not. Whatevs.
Summer in March though? What what! I approve.
My favorite painting is no longer at The Art of It. Sad face. Honestly, the place seemed diminished in some way without it. It was the one of the sea dragon (which had very seahorse-like features). I have to start painting soon so that I can hate my first 100 paintings and then start making ones that I really like. NOT TODAY.
Dude, I'm sensitive. Most of the time, it's like, "Yes yes, I have feelings, and I don't suppress them too often." Sometimes, it's striking. There have been a few times at work where I almost cried! And not about work stuff just in case you were worrying. It was about some text I received or sent or I don't even remember, but I sometimes have these feeling-influxes, and it's so feelingy. I just want everybody to get along and be happy. Especially when I'm tired. I guess that's not quite the most effective philosophy to have on this cutthroat planet, but it'll do in a pinch.
Guns guns. Military-style guns are so scary. We should take away guns from all the law-abiding people so that they can get shot up by the not-so-law-abiding people.
Yargh. Don't get me started.
Rainbows are awesome though. Fun fact: rainbows are circular. The rest of the circle simply extends farther than one's vision. Fun fact: circles are circular. Fun fact: weird geometry things happen when one draws shapes on surfaces that aren't planar.
It struck me today that some weird things happen. Freud had a lot of theories. Many of them were stages in what he called psychosexual development. One of the stages consisted of little kids learning how to deal with poop. This is the stage from which we get the term "anal" to refer to uptight people. Typically, when people use this term, they mean anal retentive, which is the tendency of a child, when he is trying to control his world, to hold in poop instead of going in the toilet. The counterpart to anal retentive is typically forgotten: anal expulsive. This type of child, to control his world, poops anywhere but the toilet. These - according to Freud - are the individuals who are habitually messy and live impulsively. Now - here's the weird thing - there seems to be a third category. There are the anal retentive people who keep things in excessive order. There are the anal expulsive people who let things become excessively disordered. Lastly, there are people that get caught up in worrying about peoples varying types of anality. The working term I imagined is anal obsessive. My theory is that there are certain individuals who, when they were children, could not decide on the best method of controlling their world - whether retentively or expulsively. Consequently, in their adult years, they've taken it upon themselves to obsess over other people's dealings with poop since they themselves never figured out how to.
Ultimately, we're all obsessed with our mothers because of their penis envy.
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