Superpowers Like A Leaky Faucet

Don't underestimate me.  You have no idea what I'm capable of.  Those are the words of someone on TV just now.  Makes me wonder just what she is capable of.  You know, like that thing where you tell a person you can't do that, and in that very same second the wheels in your head begin spinning thinking of ways you can.  Is that the trait of a genius?  I hear Thomas Edison didn't like being told he couldn't do something.  We don't usually hear much about how many things he did that failed.  Genius?  Maybe, maybe not...  Stubborn for sure.

Stubbornness can be good at times, I suppose.  Like this crappy movie I just watched.  Surely someone told the director how stinkin' lame that movie he made was.  It would have been better if he had just scrapped it all and tried something else, but no doubt his stubbornness made him some money and simultaneously wasted x number of hours in each life of the person that watched it.  Yeah, I watched half of it.  I'll never get that part of my life back again.  Good thing I don't have the motivation to find out who produced and directed it and demand my time back.  Good thing I'm not THAT stubborn.  Or maybe I am.  Don't underestimate me.  You have no idea what I'm capable of!

Heh, famous last words there, I'm sure of it.  After all, what am I capable of?  Pushing the button on the ol' clicker?  Finding me a different kind of lameness to waste my life on?  I am stubborn you know.  Mostly not in a good way.  Kick it harder, maybe it'll magically start working this time.  Kick it again.  Didn't work that time? Again...  Is it going yet?  Does it work now?  Oh, if I'd tried a different approach I could have saved myself a lot of wasted time and effort.  Work smarter, not harder they say.  Sure, ok.  Why can't I work smarter and harder?  Get twice as much done.  Kick the efficiency into high gear, you know?

What is there left to say?  I feel motivation to write sliding down the slippery slope into the pit of...  the pit of...  I don't even know.  Something's sapping my abilities.  Ok, who brought the kryptonite?  Leaping tall buildings in a single bound!  Why?  Because I can.  I'm Stubbornman!

Thinking Inside The Box

So I'm sitting here wondering to myself what kinds of things might you faithful readers be interested in reading about.  As I sit here, I can't help but be faced with the fact that I'm just no good at figuring out what other people like.  I do from time to time figure it out, but usually that information quickly departs its momentary rest in my mind for kinder, gentler shores.

I wish I could say that beneath this cold and steely exterior is a sound mind as steady and sure as I carry myself, but in truth, most nights my mind is in as much turmoil as a sea whipped to a frenzy by a passing cyclone.  Turmoil might not be the right term.  It conveys a feeling of blind chaos, which is not exactly how I would describe the thoughts passing through my head.  More like the controlled chaos of a building that has been set for demolition and under the skillful supervision of a demolitions expert, falls to the ground with calculated precision.

But perhaps you're not interested in what's on my mind.  For sure, if I were able to photograph the activity of my mind, you would find it much more intriguing.  You see, I'm not very capable when it comes to sorting out my thoughts into a comprehensible stream of communication by which I can effectively convey to you what it is I'm thinking and feeling.  Or maybe I can and am too scared to try for fear you'll laugh at me.  Rejection is cold dish that I'm still learning how to consume.  Not as cold as revenge when it is served, I'm sure; never the less, I'm convinced it is cold as well.

There is this thing I learned of.  Free writing it is called, if I remember correctly.  It's where you sit down and just start typing whatever comes out.  I hear it is an exercise for writing that can jump start creativity and assist in producing material that may at some point be useful.  I like to thing that I have a bit of skill in that I'm able to actively free write while molding and shaping the words as they come out into something that is appealing and somewhat connected.  I'm sure I have no inherent talent at it, but it.....   Well, I seem to have hit a wall.  All of a sudden, this is more work than fun so this looks like a good point to stop.  Au revoir!

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Driving

Today I drove.  I drove to a place I drive to quite a bit.  It was not so much the fact that I drove or where I drove to that motivated this post, but rather the conditions in which I drove.  Today, the roads were horrendous.  At one point, I might as well have been driving on a sheet of ice.  Wet, maybe.  I didn't slip at all, but that may be due to the speed (or lack thereof), newer tires, or divine intervention.  What was usually an hour plus long trip home from work was triple that today.

Sometimes there are things that we do because we want to.  Sometimes there are things we do because we just do.  Then there are days like today when we do things because we have to.  At any point in the trip I could have pulled over and waited.  I so wanted to.  I hate driving interstate in conditions like they were today, but I didn't.  I stuck it out and pressed onward to home.  When you average about 30 miles per hour you find lots of time to think.  In the car, listen.

I listened to the radio for a while, as I usually do.  Talk radio until I bored of the commercials.  Switched to the comedy channel on the iheartradio app.  Listened to that until they lied to me.  Funny how selling your station as commercial free means you can play a commercial.  Then I decided to listen to the road and the voices in my head.  The difference between normal and straight jacket, I'm sure, is whether or not you obey those voices or just point an laugh at them.  But that's neither here nor there.  It was there earlier today.

Funny how sometimes you have all the time in the world, and then at others, all the time in the world isn't enough.