The Nonsensical Journal

Now this makes sense

A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step… to the bathroom and kitchen as one makes their way in a zombie like pre-programmed state of morning rituals. I put the kettle on and wait for the water to boil, I realize that a watched pot never boils, so I stare at the sink instead… it feels a bit awkward, I can tell.

 I find myself contemplating calling in sick. A repetitive scenario that flirts my mind each dawn, and I find that I’m between the devil and the deep sea… luckily I am carpooling with Will, and when there is a will there is always a way, and he doesn’t even need a GPS navigator.

 I’m not one for breakfast, but Will is, and a hungry man is an angry man… so I slip him a valium or two in his morning coffee, and distract him to just drive us straight to work. I probably will never mention this to him, since an ounce of discretion is worth a pound of wit… although with the current economy, wit has been declining, and with the increase of idiots daily, I would say it’s almost going extinct.

 I know I should be working instead of just staring blankly at the screen, but I can’t be bothered. I tell myself that an idle mind is the devils workshop… it can’t be much of a workshop if its idle, and one can only wonder what sort of products are manufactured in such a workshop… pitchforks, is my intelligent guess.

 I keep telling myself that I will change all this, no more routine, no more of this career, anytime now… but anytime means no time, and time is a matter of controversy. I’m still not sure if it even exists, it confuses me how now has become then just less than a second ago, and the future became now just less than a second to come… where am I exactly in the time space continuum?

 If you fear you may lose to the infinity of time and space remember to never place your eggs in one basket… I’m fortunate that I never owned a basket, and I rarely carry eggs. It doesn’t matter though, because all I ever do is speak of change, and we all know that action speaks louder than words… although I do recommend yelling “timber!” or “fore!” just to give others a heads up of how loud your actions are soon going to be.

 So no more procrastination, God helps those who help themselves… but what if you’re disabled? Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on Gods stand in regards to the disabled, I am not disabled, although I do appreciate the comfort of an automated wheelchair, or a Segway… It’s a touchy subject and one best move on and let sleeping dogs lie, since it seems if they wake up they start spreading truth, and truth is stranger than fiction… with the exception of a few Star Wars movies and Online games…

 The truth only lies in hypocrisy… Honesty is the best policy but at the same time the pot shouldn’t call the kettle black, leaving the pot feeling very confused. There is no smoke without fire, unless it’s the smoke that appears before the fire starts, if you are nimble enough you might be able to have smoke without fire, which still doesn’t explain why the pot called the kettle black in the first place, was it racism? And if so, what color was the pot?… Oh well, what’s done can’t be undone, unless you have some really good white out, or that cool flashy thing that wipes memories from Men in Black.

 So I looked at the bright side, and let me tell you this… Always have your sunglasses on when you look at the bright side, it’s too bright, almost blinded me and as we all know experience is the best teacher, but in all honestly a sadistic teacher who lets you get burned, torched, broken, charred, and possibly raped, and then stands next to you saying “what have we learned today?”… Yes, great teacher…

 That’s okay though because there are two sides to every question, unless that question is “who are you?”… With the exception of people with multiple personality disorder, that really should be a question with one side only.

 It’s a dog eat dog world where curiosity killed the cat… its somewhat difficult living in a world among cannibalistic dogs and a notorious cat killer that can’t be stopped. You can’t dwell on it much because life is a bowl of cherries, and life is also a bitch, so life is a bowl of bitchy cherries… Eat up they spoil quickly.

  At any rate the longest day must have an end, and the rain falls on the just and unjust alike… which is why you should ditch work often, take long naps, and always pack an umbrella, thus making you perhaps justly unjust… Yet I make no promises, for promises are like pie crusts, and I usually throw the crust away…