Paying Attention

After a visit to the Barber Shop and making another trip to the pharmacy. I decided to snap a few selfies of myself, because that’s the kind of humble man I am. But if you could understand how hard it was to take those first selfies a few years ago. Then you’d see what a major miracle doing so really is. I fell asleep last night listening to a podcast hosted by two established Psychologists. Which is probably why I dreamt of rushing to write an APA cited paper, like the ones I wrote in college. The feelings of panic and hurry all felt very real, but as I woke up I never got to finish that paper.

My Mom would have loved to try and Interpret that dream, searching for some spiritual meaning. But being a realist, I simply see it as a way for the brain to process the information and stress I accumulate during the day. So I’m glad I wasn’t listening to Joe Rogan. Outside my window up high in the trees there is a flock of birds. It makes me wonder what they’re thinking about. Is it just the instinct, like finding food and making shelter? Or do they look down at us and wonder, “when are they ever going to get their shit together”?

Oh the vanity and hubris of men, thinking we know everything. And yet, usually knowing nothing at all. Worried about how we present ourselves to the world. Worrying about the opinions of others, while always doubting our own. Looking at the leadership in the world, I wonder if the birds wouldn’t make better decisions? “But there’s no need to live in fear”, as we Americans like to say. But then again we currently have a support system. But what about those without any support? Those who’s very lives hang by a thread, on the whims of a mad king. Think about it. What will you do when the embolden decide they don’t need you anymore? Oh the vanity.