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Me at 3:30 am…

The brain/mind is like an involuntary muscle – the heart, the lungs – it doesn’t shut down when we sit down, lay out, sleep.

It merely shifts into another gear (often overdrive) and happily/miserably purrs along without our assistance.

This is a great thing when we need answers or reflection, practice or emotional intelligence… not so fabulous when we need a mental rest from the things that worry and bother us.

And so… Welcome to my Stranger Things mind on this early autumn’ish day.

Sleep used to be a surefire thing, then kids came along, then age crept up … and now it’s a Vegas crap-shoot…. what will I get tonight? Snake Eyes… *WTF*… or… Bingo… Lucky 8!

Yes, the following Sunday morning random thoughts have set up house inside me, coursing like a spring freshet creek through this mind and body that have decided sleep is an over-hyped marketing concept brought to us by Sandoz.

Let’s get started, shall we?

  • Is it true that people who drink their coffee black are more likely to exhibit psychopathic traits? Or am I merely rationalizing my smooth, creamy latte with artificial sweetener habit?
  • Don’t you hate it when you can’t understand your own language when spoken by someone with a strong accent? I’ve tried watching Derry Girls on Netflix (such a cute show) and struggle to understand 1/4 of the heavily-accented Irish tongue.
  • If people make you sick, maybe you should cook them longer. And no exotic spicing combination will ever make the A**holes in our lives taste yummy. Do these comments make you think I’ve had one too many cups of black coffee?
  • Why do I pick living worms off the road and throw them back into the grass but step on spiders in my house? And why have we munched down billions of cows and pigs for God-knows how long, but step back in shock and horror at the idea of eating a horse, a dog, or a guinea pig?
  • I’ve felt handcuffs on my wrist twice in my life… does this make me a criminal or a sex addict?

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  • It was totally normal for everyone to get measles when I was a kid, and now it’s a deranged serial-killer lurking everywhere. When will the common cold become Public Enemy #1?
  • How has humanity come so far to construct 100+ story skyscrapers that can withstand hurricane and tornado-force winds and yet thousands die in one story huts on small southern islands?
  • If we’re so righteous and worried about global warming and overuse of earth’s resources, why do so many people have monster RV’s towing Jeeps behind with a motorcycle attached? Turduckens on wheels!
  • Going to sleep each night is like rebooting your computer… you get a fresh reset that starts your program day and then hours later it’s filled with gobbledygook and junk files that need to be trashed.
  • Are the secret people on the moon and Mars hiding from us because we’re invading aliens? Do they make Sci-Fi movies about gross-looking Earthlings?
  • If I enjoy reading so much, why do I always nod off after 10 minutes of reading a book I really like? Years back, I’d easily read a page-turner in a few days or a week… now it consumes a month or two… or more.
  • What god would take away the hair I like on my body and re-sprout it in other weird locations where I just shave it off?
  • Is the meaning of life feeling guilty for everything I do, eat and say? A banana is good for my health… but they burned down a forest to grow it, abused children to pick it, and consumed a ton of fossil fuels to ship it to me… *arggggh* … will history judge me harshly for my peanut butter and banana sandwiches?
  • I still don’t understand the attraction for women to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon… I try to put myself in feminine shoes to come to grips but I’m clearly not Cinderella, cuz they never fit.
  • 1960-1970 went on forevvvvver…. 2010- almost 2020 took 5 hours.
  • Donald Trump must be God because he can do or say anything and still he’s omnipotent. All his lesser disciples crumble and tumble to their smelly graves but he is politically immortal. I’m waiting for the first subpoenas, but it seems more and more likely hymns are in the works… “Lying in the Rock of Ages” ?

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  • And one final random thought … if there is such a thing as reincarnation, for sure I’ll never be able to come back as Mother Teresa (my lack of religious belief and all)… but maybe I could return as Joan Baez, an angel for the less fortunate, equipped with a great guitar and singing voice. I’d live on as Diamonds and Rust...

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