Random Question #3

what is the point?

i couldn't help it.

Get Your Sexy Name

Beef Or Bouquette

*k, well i started to write... than i started to judge.. so then it became choppy... and we all know where that goes...and how it all becomes.*


ya, ha ha stay in your haze
..ignore the glare...
play your hand at that.

a games not a game..or useless at best
when no one knows the rules.

so keeping me at hand(your "pawn", if you may)
doesn't really justify the lyrics you portray

just admit, your a hypocrite,

and maybe...

one knows more...

than your willing to admit....

......

~~~~~~~~~~~Chill~~~~~~~~~~~

can of whoop ass.

you know what? i don't see anyone rushing over to pull a rune or tarot to change the readings on here. i don't see anyone finding a new template that works on the blog. nor do i see anyone giving any constructive criticism what-so-fucking-ever. no, all i hear is "why don't you care about the blog?" "oh, you mean tosh and toon's blog?(in a nice whiny tone)" "all you care about is YOUR dumb blog." or "would be nice if you posted on neo-hippies once in a while...."

right. there wouldn't have ever been a blog if it wasn't for me, but, let's forget that for a second..

it's hard to find something of relevance to say, when i am too busy trying to figure out HOW TO FIX THE DAMN BLOG, AND NOT FINDING A SOLUTION ANYWHERE, nor getting any credit at all for the work i do here. no, you guys just say, "as if you're even trying to fix it. you just say you are, and sit there and do whatever it is you do for hours and hours." nice! very nice. thx for the support! assholes

and now we have p, joining in on the 'gang up on me' fun & games, great! one more whiner!

well, guess what. you all suck,
and furthermore,
from this point on i don't give a red fuckin' nickel what you think about the blog.
i am gonna do to it whatever i please, and you can all
kiss my
bootylicious
ass.

(mood: sarcastic.
location: wrong side of bed.)

Happy Easter!

happy birthday!

dear universe

Dear Universe,

Throughout my life I have grown to trust you.
My eyes were open; I was connected.
The lessons and the mysteries were adored, appreciated and loved.

You taught me that I do deserve love.
You taught me that I can accept happiness in my life.
You taught me that I can be open and trusting and that it is okay to jump in with two feet.
You showed me that being content in my misery was not acceptable and that I can be content in breaking down my walls and being vulnerable to someone.

Yes, I trusted you. You gave me exactly what I was looking for. You gave me the person I asked you for. A person I can love, trust and be happy with.

But you took that away from me in a blink of an eye. For what purpose? To show me that I was wrong in breaking down my walls and accepting happiness?

I now feel that I cannot be happy in love, but happy in misery. I have come full circle and am now back where I started from.


To this I say.........Fuck you!



Love,
Tosh

How do you make love stay?

When the mystery of the connection goes, love goes.

It's that simple.

This suggests that it isn't love that is so important to us but the mystery itself.

The love connection may be merely a device to put us in contact with the mystery, and we long for love to last so that the ecstasy of being near the mystery will last.

It is contrary to the nature of mystery to stand still.

Yet it's always there, somewhere, a world on the other side of the mirror, a promise in the next pair of eyes that smile at us.

We glimpse it when we stand still.

Tom Robbins

And Im Glad....

crying out loud
yet what is perceived is placid [(tacid(t)]

you know what i mean
but lets pretend....

there was 'always' "nothing"
{nothing=something}
-no exception-

..sigh...need i say more...

fog d@esnt mean forgotten

see... i tried... to connect... but you...*yes you* defused...

and now... you can't blame...... no more...

..again..

you can try

but i will

always

mystify...

^and i'm glad you pretend... ^

due to the lack of love....

Due to the loss of love within Mr. Spanky's fiberfilled heart....

He has decided to knit himself a partner!

Spanky has been a bad bad little monkey.......

Meet Spanky!

Isn't he a cutie!

Mr.Spanky decides to relax on Friday night with a delicious glass of wine. Yumm....

After a few glasses of wine, Spanky starts to feel a little frisky and meets up with his good friend Elmo.

Yeehaw!!!!!

Satisfaction.

Uh-oh....don't feel so good....

Night night.........zzzzzzzz

Mind Twister Anyone....

Ma said

"This is the aspect of one-pointed ness: the One that is many in One, in many, that same One; it is that one-pointed ness in which it is complete. Where the kriya is perfect, there the self reveals as perfect. There only Infinity is in One, the One is in Infinity - the One only… is in two also, and those two are, indeed, in One too. That the Self alone exists in the form of a complete Indivisible Whole -this truth has to reveal all points; it pertains to that one-pointed ness (of Thakurma)."

-Anandamayi Ma

Random Question #2

O.k. there is no denying that 'something' is in the air. One cannot help but notice all the magnificence that is occurring all around us. As we know we live in a highly intelligent universe that works with and for us in creating whatever it is that we focus on and provides exactly what we need. (albeit even if we swear we didn't want it!) Each moment is beautifully timed and on purpose even though we often choose to see certain events, encounters and feelings as totally random.

Lately, after certain events have played out (and are continually doing so) I am left to wonder, not so much about the others who have played a role (although fleeing thoughts do enter) but about my true essence, purpose and calling in this earth life I have signed up for. Knowing that we come into this experience with certain lessons that we would like to over come and learn, thus enabling us to attract to ourselves the 'tests' that are required, my question is this......

Are you aware of what lessons you are working on in this life? or if you would prefer, at this time of your life? Also, if you feel that you have conquered or passed or even failed other 'tests' and lessons up until now (which I know we all have) feel free to comment on those as well.

I don't think it's all that easy of a question to answer either. One could say "_____ is what I am learning now". but if you are aware, wouldn't it be near impossible to flunk? When you look at it like that, then wouldn't it just simply come down to the question of whether one wants to truly grow and develop here and now as the spiritual beings that we by truth are?

Good luck answering. Although at times I think I know, in fact at times I'm pretty damn sure I know, I still get stuck inside myself, tripped up and begin to question everything all over again.......hmmmm, lesson ya think!?

widdershins

To walk "widdershins" is to walk counterclockwise or backward around something. It's a classic pathway into the fairy realm. It's also the way people often back slowly into the relationships that matter, the real ones that make for a life.


"Remember how it was when we were young? It was a dance, couples pairing up, together one month, the next everybody has a new partner, sometimes from within your social circle, other times a stranger brought in, but there was always this ebb and flow, like a tide, as though dating and love were a game of musical chairs, except you played it with your heart.
As I've gotten older, I've found that we seem to divide into two camps: the ones who keep a partner and settle down, maybe have kids, maybe buy a house; and the ones who stay in the musical-chairs dance and end up living on their own, who are on their own for longer and longer periods of time until they grow to like their solitary lifestyle - or at least accept it. Some keep a hope buried for that certain someone to fall into their lives, but nobody's really looking anymore. Or they're not looking hard.
It's hard to pinpoint exactly when that happens.
For me, hope runs eternal, even though my relationships never really work out in the long run. Maybe I set my sights too high. Maybe I'm just hopeless. I don't know. Or maybe I just never met the right person, for all the times I thought I did.
Or maybe I did meet the right person, but I never knew it and went out with their sibling or friend instead.
Or maybe I did know it, but I told myself it was never going to work out......"

-Charles de Lint

It's amusing sometimes when you pose a question to a book....and find this!

Random Question #1

So. I was thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and thinking. (I was working. Not much else i could do but think, and think, and think, and think.) Anyways. I ended up somehow with a question, which i decided i should post here, for you to answer, because i'm curious.
(This question led to me thinking of other questions, and so now i'm thinking we should make a habit out of asking random questions here.)

Here is the scenario:

Imagine you are in some alternate reality. You will be in this alternate reality for one night. (Don't ask me how many hours the night is. I don't know. Till sunrise, say. Whatever.)

In this one night, you are given the opportunity to be **intimate** with one person, ANYONE, with no consequences at all. (They have to be alive. This is the only rule.) It doesn't matter if you are single or not or they are single or not, or they don't know you, or they hate you, etc. All of this magically vanishes for some reason and there is absolutely no consequence whatsoever. There is no restriction and you will not feel guilt either. (Like i said, this is some crazy alternate reality.) You are completely FREE.
Oh and obviously whoever you pick is going to be into it too. And i don't know why there are no consequences either, maybe that guy from Heroes comes and erases everyone's memory. I don't know.
Anyone, anywhere, whoever you want....one night. No consequence, no guilt, no limitations, nothing. Who?

**edit**: There has been some confusion over what 'intimate' is referring to in my question. I could say physically intimate, but i'm not sure that clarifies it completely...i know i didn't mean, you want to sit around and hold hands, but that could be part of it...yes, i meant you want to sleep with them. and i guess using the word intimate would imply an emotional intensity...i guess it just depends...if you wanted to use this one opportunity to be with someone who you just want purely physically, that would be your choice...and that's a whole other discussion, isn't it? (can you want someone JUST physically? i'll save that for later)

(ps: saying you wouldn't do it at ALL is NOT an option. give me a break. oh yeah and 'i would pick my partner, i don't want to do anyone else'? don't even bother saying that, either. you are human. so, that's bunk too.)

It sounds easy to answer, doesn't it. It's not. I can't. That's why I posted it.
Think about it.
Don't be shy, i want to hear answers. Feel free to answer anonymously.....
And don't underestimate the question.

sex, question, random, reality, fantasy

...?!??!?

where in the hell is toon and stas???
have they accidentally forgotten about me??
did i get dressed for nothing??
or am i missing something that i cannot see........

is it wise to leave the old great one??
is it wise to climb a tree??
did the elephant really like the sky
or did his trunk get tangled in the sea......

the snowflake says it is not so
she says the world is free
tells the world to hold her head up high
and to let things be still; just be...........

poem, thoughts, random, meditation

...??!?

Where the hell is my fn Telus bill? Accidentally sucked up in the black hole of my car??!?

...?!?

Where the hell is my fn brain? Accidentally left on Nardo?! lol

love you tosh

..?!

Where the hell are my fn needles? Accidentally shipped to Mars??!?

a return to love

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love, prayer, inspiration

..?..

Human beings are temporal dynamics of Shannon information in physical states. There is no "stuff." Stuff is an illusion generated by a brain adapted to deal with complex regularities of the macroscopic world as if they were substances. You are dynamics of information in a probability distribution, dynamics distributed over an unimaginable number of changes and interactions, stretched over an incredibly long time period. If you are the same person you were 10/43 Planck increments ago, even though all of the matter waves in your body have shifted places, why would you not be the same person after a slightly different interation within the same huge wavefunction?
-Eliezer S. Yudkowsky

Eliezer S. Yudkowsky, mindfuck, probabilities, matter

i should not be left alone with sexy mrs. wine.....

ass, butt, sexy, lingerie, booty

How NOT to open a bottle of wine......

wine, humor, humour, alcohol

a peek at toons late bd present......

I thought I would take the time to tease toon about her late birthday present. I had no idea it would take me sooooo long to complete. But alas, part of it is done! Now to start on the other half. Unfortunately, when I cast on for the second part, I accidentally broke my precious birch needle in half. Because of this I went ahead and spent some money on some very expensive, but fancy metal needles. Now I have to wait for them to be shipped before I can continute with the present. I was hoping to be done before the summer months.......


I thought I would give toon a sneak peek because I feel bad.....


So toon....this one's for you!

See all those tiny tiny stitches? Aren't they pretty?

To get a feel for what I had to go through in knitting this I give you the following instructions:

1. Go to the kitchen and open up your junk cupboard.

2. Grab your container of toothpicks and remove 5.

3. Now, dig out some sewing thread.

4. Wrap 80 knots around one toothpick.

5. Take 2 more toothpicks and divide these 80 knots onto three toothpicks in an even amount.

6. Take the remaining toothpick and start knitting away.

7. Three years from now, your present would be completed and you can happily display how it does not fit.

knitting, humor, humour, birthday present

MAYBE TOMORROW

Ech...I had to......Been in my head for 3 days....Now I pass it on to you.

There's a voice, that keeps on calling me.
Down the road, that's where I'll always be.
Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend.
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll wanna settle down.

Until tomorrow, I'll just keep movin' on.

So if you want to join me for a while,

Just grab your hat, we'll travel light,

that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll wanna settle down.

Until tomorrow, I'll just keep movin' on.

Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

p.s. I fuckin' hate html!

The Littlest Hobo, theme song, 80's TV show, The Littlest Hobo lyrics

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

Because I haven't come up with any good thoughts or ideas to post, It occurred to me that I might as well ask the universe what it wanted me to stick on here. And, as we know, one of the best ways to get an answer is to flip open a book (like a previous post). This was taken from Gary Zukav's "The Heart of the Soul-Emotional Awareness"


"The circumstances of your life always reflect the needs of your soul.
There is no exception to this rule, no maybe or if. The power and beauty of a life in the Earth school is the continual encounter with precisely what your soul desires you to encounter. When you resist that, you resist the purpose of your life. You resist the beneficent Universe. You resist your nonphysical guidance and assistance. That is your pain."

"You continually encounter

what your

soul

wants you to encounter.

When you resist

your encounters

you resist

1. The purpose of your life.

2. The beneficence of the Universe.

3. Nonphysical assistance.

AND

That resistance

is

your

pain."

"When you begin to open yourself to the experiences of your pain--to the reality that the child you loved so dearly is dead, that the job you depended on is gone, that the partner you loved has left, that you have been abused and your abuser feels no remorse--you begin to transform your life. You become less rigid and less righteous. You also become more vulnerable and accepting of others and their pain. You begin to melt into the tenderness of the Universe. Before you can do that, you must breach the defenses you have created to keep you from your emotions."

I just wrote the whole damn page. hh. It was tempting to write out the whole book, but not very practical. So I will just lend it, if anyone is interested. I would rank Gary Zukav right up there with Seth, Dr. W. Dyer, and the guy who wrote "The Power of Now". All very insightful, wise, and excellent reads.

Gary Zukav, Heart of the Soul, emotional awareness, soul

i'm drunk, but still.....

here it is...the first poem i've written in probably two years at least....i have no idea why now is the time, or what the hell it means....
just had an urge to post it

satisfy

rampant inspired wicked desire
is not even what i feel
damn this i want to be tortured it seems by unprecedented insanity
i want not i waste not, i taste, i run dry amidst uninhibited lies
sit in amicable places feeling broken, waiting for unspoken bullshit

and the way it is glares out at me like a fuckin' troll
the way it has been makes how it is

does life make sense, when you take what it's been
and roll it into again and again?

if a crow flies east, does it know about south

if a girl draws lines, does she leave stuff out

if sticks ignite flame, then what,
don't consider the heat?

rampant inspired wicked desire
is so much easier to satisfy
than
what it is

i know the insane nature of my emotion

question black
or not...
pay for what you got
a bittersweet taste i would not turn away

although it's so gray
and unforgiving


stasia
january 25/07
2:20 am

poem, poetry, desire, bittersweet

happy birthday to toon

Have a great day Toonsis!

"An idea not coupled with action will never yet get any bigger than the brain cell it occupied"

Birthday Rune of your day: Uruz

Without ears to hear and eyes to see, you may fail to take advantage of the moment.

Embrace new growth and experiences.

Do not draw back from the passage into darkness: When in deep water, become a diver.

birthday, runes

mmmm

Fuckin yummmm....

that is all i have to say....

Orlando Bloom, yummy, sexy

meaning from a book....

When you randomly open a book to a certain page, it apparently holds the answer to your questions at the time. I opened it to a poem.

One night he heard you singing
Of love and hope and joy
Drew near to see if you could want
Another little boy

He wants to comfort you in time of fear
And to soothe your pain
But you cannot take his comfort
For you never knew he came

You never knew, when angry
When your voice was shrill to hear
With your fury and frustration
That a little child stood near

Make no mistake, you drove him out
His love you did deny
Too full of selfish pitying
Yet still he is nearby

Why don't you see the joy you miss
He comes to show to you
Through you he looks out on the world
Should he be bitter too?

He needs to give his love to you
As much as you to him
So find yourself, and find your joy
And welcome him back in

Now every time you feel your pain
Each time you shed a tear
Don't miss what really matters
For a little child stands near

Patricia Mason

poem, Patricia Mason, stichomancy, divination, love, child

hey, don't blame me for this, i'm only 27

I'll begin this with the chatter i was typing that inspired me to just post, already:

b from gymnastics stole my damn haircut. the inverted spiky haircut. and makes
me want to do that again. it's been a month since i went to peppi right? thats
long enough. i cant take it anymore. its so damn boring. my hair i mean. ugh. it
just sits there, like a housewife. lol that's funny i cant believe i just said
that. but it does! it's so predictable. and homebound. it just sits on my head,
like it has nothing better to do than look boring. ok that wasn't very nice.
there are lots of housewives who arent boring. but if tosh and toon can pretend
to b racist and not mean it, then i can call my hairstyle a housewife. LOL what
the hell is wrong with me
why didn't peppi give me a mohawk? or dye my hair
red, or something? dammit. maybe I LOOK boring. and he judged by my boring look
that he should give me a boring hairdo. great. now i have to go out and get
pierced and tattooed, to get rid of my boring, normal image. i think im having a
midlife crisis. or a late 20's neurotic episode, as some would say. does it just
get worse, the closer you get to 30? i think i should be posting this
conversation with myself. it's kind of entertaining.

but really, once we turn 30, do we just stop having neurotic
weirdness?? does it just magically disappear?? i have a hard time believing that
everyone over 30 doesnt have the weirdsies ever. ugh. whatever.

you know
and now 30 is like something i want to achieve. it's not scary at all to me i
totally can't wait. no, you know what i think this is what happens....

(end chatter)
Okay. I don't think being over 30 makes you sane, necessarily, or know yourself completely, etc. I think maybe you just get it, like, "this is who i am, this is how it is." to an extent, anyway. 'cause i don't think you can EVER really just say this is who i am and how it is, completely....i think you don't really know, ever...see i am contradicting myself. i think there comes a point you just stop doing this:

(example of late 20's brain malfunction)
'oh my god i feel like THIS i better do something about it, and what do i do and what does it mean and what if i don't do anything and am i supposed to? and why do i feel like this, and how do i stop it, what if i don't want to stop it and am i supposed to stop it and oh my god now i feel like THIS and maybe i should just- wait, now i feel like this but what i just did, it was because i felt like that and now i don't but what do i do and how can i do nothing and who am i now, because now i feel like this. and that must mean something but maybe it means nothing well should it mean something? and if it does what do i do and what if i do something and it means nothing what if its something and i do nothing maybe i feel nothing oh my god i cant possibly feel nothing 'cause shouldn't i be feeling something, anything, quick feel something oh no, i feel like THAT again, i don't want to feel that but maybe i do and maybe i shouldn't and what's the point and can't i just feel nothing what do i do now i need to do something, i wanna feel nothing why did i want to feel something now i must not know myself, because i feel like this when before i felt like that, and i knew myself then but now i don't and what does it mean if i feel something and what does it mean....'


Maybe you just get tired. i got tired writing that neurotic episode, got even more tired when i re-read it (to make sure i captured the neurosis properly), and now, i just don't care.....and frankly, don't give a shit if i "feel something". I now want to feel nothing.

(PS. I don't think feeling nothing is what happens either. I don't think that's necessarily a better mode of operation. Sometimes it is, at certain points in your life it's an escape, but i think i would be quite disappointed to discover that the loss of neurosis at 30 is actually due to complete apathy because you're so sick of caring.)


Also: who's to say that suddenly, on April 2, 2009, at 5:35 pm I will suddenly say:

"Damn, am I sick of this neurosis. And besides, it expired just now. I'm 30. Yeeeee haw!"

As if there's not people out there who continue to be neurotic well after 30. (And im not talking about people on anti psychotics, or whatever. you know what i mean) Are there people who are under 30 who are not neurotic? I don't know. Good question. But would they even know they weren't neurotic, or were? If you asked me, oh say 7 or 8 years ago (20ish) if i was neurotic, i don't think i would have the same awareness of it that I do now. And now, I'm waaaaaay less neurotic...ah the irony....so.....my point is, I wouldn't have recognized me in that little example of neurosis I posted above when i was 20ish. so if you asked people in their late teens/early 20's if they felt they were neurotic, would they even have an understanding about it? or just think they weren't neurotic, and not see it for what it really was until they were older?

I don't know about the age thing. It's probably just how you set it up. Like if i expect to stop being so neurotic at 30, i will.

I do wonder, though. Is it just finally getting tired of caring? Like one day you are just able to say, I feel what I feel, and make choices that aren't based on schizo, emotionally driven complicated messes? If i feel like eating grapes today, i don't need to worry about what my liking grapes might mean, oh, the torture of it all?? Is it about not being so wrapped up in what your feelings might mean? is that even it?

I was going to give an example of what happens when you "grow out" of the whole thing. But now, I'm not so sure I understand it. (See, i thought about it too long....and made it neurotic...great)


OK.
If this is all about finally saying, this is who i am, this is how it is, then my question is:
HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, and IT IS HOW IT IS??
I can't quite get it. And maybe that's just proof of the fact that:
It is not April 2nd, 2009,
and i will be profoundly filled with the answer at that time, standby for 2 more years......

(warning: next paragraph, i got a little grumpy)

Okay. This is who I am, this is how it is. Fine. This is how i feel. Just let it be? Observe the feeling. Do not wrap it in neurosis. Let it go. Okay, tell me, what the fuck are you supposed to feel shit for? Nothing? why the fuck do we even feel then? if it indicates nothing. How did you figure out who you were, without feeling whatever it is you were feeling to get you to where you are?
what the hell does it indicate? if i'm wearing a green shirt, and i like the red one over there, and want it, why do i want it? for torture's sake? what is my "feeling" telling me, if nothing....is that the ego's bullshit? what is the f'n point, if i'm just gonna choose (choices, remember?) to keep the green one on, cause, well, i'm already wearing it, and whatever? nevermind that, someone else is already wearing the f'n red one anyway! so who cares! and i bet the red one won't fit anyway, ha ha, and i think it says something stupid on it.....logic will tell you not to feel something, and feeling something will tell you to fuck logic.....and i don't know which side logic is on, and which side feeling is on, in fact i don't think either of them are even playing the same game as us......

And apparently, your newfound non-neurosis at 30 will erase the entire debate from your being, and you will not look back nor will you even flinch! And you will just get it. Okay, i'm ready. Come and get me, 30.

this ties into being the "watcher" of your thoughts....you are supposed to detach from them...so...then how do you know who the hell you are, or how it is, when you're over there, not really BEING who you are or experiencing how it is...you're just....watching yourself make STUPID CHOICES!!! (maybe..)

maybe it's about not questioning your choices. (you just make 'em, and shut up??)
that can't be it.....but is that the secret...or is there a secret.....

or you just don't make something out of nothing....but this goes back to....what makes something nothing? really. i totally see both sides of this. i think it's because i use both sides of my brain, or so Brain Age says....dammit....
or you just don't make options out of neurosis. does anyone get that? it's like, fuck i really wanted to buy that shirt. but i didn't, and that's it. no pain. let it go. and the shirt was actually something you would have never worn, so you are making a big deal out of what? nooooooothing. you felt like it was THE BEST SHIRT EVER, however, and here we go about the feeling thing. why. what's the point. especially if you can't even TRUST them. ah- maybe i am getting to something here.....

...this is where the detachment thing comes in, because if you do that, you see clearly. you have an inkling what your actions/choices might bring, as opposed to laying face down in the "feelings" (or more accurately, the neurosis we surround them with) where you can't see an F'N thing and are just "being".

but isn't this all about the "moment"??
i do agree with that too, but not to the point where you are just basically crazy, acting on whatever the hell you feel. how many times have i been in a crystal and glassware shop and oh so desperately wanted to absolutely demolish everything in it? TONS. and in that moment, there was nothing i wanted more. so. should i have done that? cause it was the moment? where do you draw that line?

WHO THE HELL CARES.

see, and i didn't have to wait two years for that gem of wisdom......

i need a drink. (or 5)

(what should i pierce, by the way...lol)

*phew* end of rant.....i feel so FREE now!!

neurotic, neurosis, age, the moment, emotions

something strange this way comes....

A strange end to my day.....

Near the end of the day a guy walked into the store. I was too busy smoking in the bathroom to ask if he needed any help, so of course, e went to go help him. I heard him telling e that he had purchased some flooring over a year ago and was hoping to get some more. Unfortunately, the dude could not remember what brand, what mm, what color...nothing of the sort. This is a typical customer. One who wants to purchase the same flooring but has absolutely no clue which one he had. After I finished my smoke and threw it into the toilet, I walked out of the bathroom smelling like the boy's room back in the day. As soon as I got near the dude, my mouth just opened and out popped the words.."character maple 12mm". He turned and looked at me and said, "Hey yeah! That's the one! How did you know?"

Now that is a good question. I have no idea where the words came from. How did I know? I have no clue. Very strange.

Then a few minutes later, I was packing my things (yarn and such) into my bag. As I went to stand back up I smashed my head super duper hard against the damn counter. Not so strange.

It seems as though I have this unconscious urge to send myself into a coma.

When I got home I had to, of course, turn on my computer. It is a very important ritual that I do not break. I had a message that someone wanted to be my friend on myspace. Yay, another friend. Only this time, she had also left me a message in my email box. She is a knitter and wanted to share her knitting history with me. How nice! I was thinking that it was pretty cool to make a new friend that has been knitting for over 40 years. After I accepted her invitation and read her email, I decided that I should probably have a look at her profile to see what she was about. Low and behold...to my amazement, she is cooler than I had thought. Her page is covered in nothing but gorgeous pictures of fairies. I went on to read her profile and found that she is a strong believer in the supernatural and converses with spirits. Now how cool is that? A knitter who talks to spririts and loves fairies!

Now, I do not believe in coincidences, so of course, everything happens for a reason. There is a reason for knowing the floor the dude wanted, there is a reason I bonked my head, and there is a reason why this woman contacted me.

Now, I can only reason that I must have to bonk my head once again, put myself into a temporary coma, in order to see the fairies and spirits that obviously have something to share with me.

intuition, fairies, spirits, coincidence