Someday I'll actually write something here. Honest!
One million thoughts each day? Yet, I have nothing to write in my blog! Has my life become so stagnant?
One thing I just realized...no matter how boring my life is, no matter how uninvolved I am in the outside world, no matter how unproductive, inactive and unmotivated I can get, I still do have one million thoughts each day!
You know when I get the most thoughts? When I'm trying not to. My friend Walter talks to me about meditating. You see, the whole point is to NOT think. "Focus on your breathing", he says. Well, that lasts about 15 seconds. Then I'm thinking about not thinking. Then I realize I'm thinking about not thinking, and I start thinking about that, and how hard it is to not think! Then I say, "Screw it!", grab the remote control and turn on HBO, which, incidentally, isn't worth the fifty bucks, or whatever it costs these days! They show movies from 1975. Pathetic that the characters are wearing bell bottoms and dancing to disco music from the Bee Gees. (I hear you. "From who?") Let's see..."Saturday Night Fever" was on last week. John Travolta was about 18 years old when he danced his little heart out on the disco floor!
The other day I did catch a pretty good movie. It was a British movie called, "Shirley Valentine" and it was from 1989. (Hey, I made a rhyme! "Valentine." "89." "Time for me to have more wine.")
Sad to say, I could identify with the lead character, who was a middle-aged woman whose life was in a rut. She realized that somewhere along the way, she had lost her real "self" in her roles as wife and mother. She didn't "live" anymore, just went on with her routine from day to day. No adventures. Unfulfilled dreams. And now, she was too old to get out there and start to have a life. (Or so she felt, as I do still.)
However, the movie does have a "happily-ever-after" ending, but I won't spoil it on you. (Yeah, 'cause tonight you'll be running right out to rent the video.) Anyway, as I said, this film ended on a cheerful note, and it actually managed to motivate me, which lasted until the next show started.
I'm not writing anything of substance here, so I'll end this here. You know the saying, "There goes 30 minutes of my life that I'll never get back." Coulda been worse though, I could have just wasted it watching another Simpsons rerun. Doh!
One thing I just realized...no matter how boring my life is, no matter how uninvolved I am in the outside world, no matter how unproductive, inactive and unmotivated I can get, I still do have one million thoughts each day!
You know when I get the most thoughts? When I'm trying not to. My friend Walter talks to me about meditating. You see, the whole point is to NOT think. "Focus on your breathing", he says. Well, that lasts about 15 seconds. Then I'm thinking about not thinking. Then I realize I'm thinking about not thinking, and I start thinking about that, and how hard it is to not think! Then I say, "Screw it!", grab the remote control and turn on HBO, which, incidentally, isn't worth the fifty bucks, or whatever it costs these days! They show movies from 1975. Pathetic that the characters are wearing bell bottoms and dancing to disco music from the Bee Gees. (I hear you. "From who?") Let's see..."Saturday Night Fever" was on last week. John Travolta was about 18 years old when he danced his little heart out on the disco floor!
The other day I did catch a pretty good movie. It was a British movie called, "Shirley Valentine" and it was from 1989. (Hey, I made a rhyme! "Valentine." "89." "Time for me to have more wine.")
Sad to say, I could identify with the lead character, who was a middle-aged woman whose life was in a rut. She realized that somewhere along the way, she had lost her real "self" in her roles as wife and mother. She didn't "live" anymore, just went on with her routine from day to day. No adventures. Unfulfilled dreams. And now, she was too old to get out there and start to have a life. (Or so she felt, as I do still.)
However, the movie does have a "happily-ever-after" ending, but I won't spoil it on you. (Yeah, 'cause tonight you'll be running right out to rent the video.) Anyway, as I said, this film ended on a cheerful note, and it actually managed to motivate me, which lasted until the next show started.
I'm not writing anything of substance here, so I'll end this here. You know the saying, "There goes 30 minutes of my life that I'll never get back." Coulda been worse though, I could have just wasted it watching another Simpsons rerun. Doh!
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