Netflix is BROKEN. Seriously the one week of the year I can stay up late without feeling guilty that I'll ruin tomorrow, Netflix is broken. What the hell.
But anyways, that doesn't matter because it's given me a chance to write so I suppose it ain't so bad after all. I've been considering it lately and I think that the cliche stating that the best things in life are free is in fact, true. But of course, that's not just the most cliche thing that I believe most pinterest-users believe would be love, but it's true with everything. Fitness and health are free, although some people choose to pay for them when running around the block and running on a treadmill are the same thing. Basically.
But also, words and writing are free. Which is nice, so when someone says Have a nice day! you should always say You too! because it costs you nothing at all. And some people appreciate stuff like that. People like me.
Cats can be free depending on your frame of mind, and cats are DEFINITELY some of the best things in life.
Sitting by Lake Erie and watching the water is free, so I guess, beautiful sights are free.
Sometimes when I'm frustrated by something that has a cost, it helps to think about the things that are free instead. All of the free things I could be doing instead, and then, I just go do those things instead and I am happy.
Netflix has a cost but it's so damn worth it... and NOW it's working again! look at that timing.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
fish thoughts
So I was trying to sleep but too many thoughts were swimming through my brain.
Alas.
1. I don't think the word "died" should be used in any context other than a living thing has stopped being alive. Like, batteries should not die, nor should they be dead. There needs to be a different word for all things that can die that weren't alive. We need more words sometimes. But the verb to die needs to be more sacred I think.
2. I was going to do a post called Unhappy Opinions and so I have been saving the unhappy opinions I have in my phone, but I have only come up with two, and I've kind of just been itching to write about them so I'm gonna write about them nowwwww.
3. Last year I wrote a research paper about how in Tanzania, people with Albinism (aka Albino people, though that is not their preferred phrasing of their condition. The nice way of saying it is People with Albinism, or PWA.) are being slaughtered in the middle of the night. This is because witch doctors pay high prices for the bones of PWAs, like thousands of dollars, so men sneak into the houses of PWAs and chop off their limbs. Like only one limb. And then they will walk away with a leg and the PWA either dies or is, I suppose, an amputee.
So basically, it's awful. Isn't it?
Yes-- for everyone though. Except the witch doctors I guess. But this is why: Tanzania is a horribly impoverished country. And while it is awful that these people are being killed/maimed for their limbs, I understand why. And when I was writing this research paper, I asked my dad, If our family was starving, food being an irregular part of our lives, would you kill an innocent person to feed our family?
Would you?
Wouldn't you though? Couldn't everyone say that at some point, they would kill an innocent human being in order to save their own family? I'm not sure if I would, but I don't judge those who would. Who did. I sympathize with the people with albinism who suffered these tragedies, with the people who lost members of their family in what I ultimately believe was a fight for food.
Or maybe it wasn't, maybe the murderers were already well off. But I doubt it. It seems desperate to me.
4. I want to be able to use the words didactic and pedantic in sentences. When I can do that, I will know that I am smart.
5. Turns out, I never actually wrote down my unhappy opinions. Just thought I did. And I know there were two but I can only remember the one because I think about it a lot, obviously. I wrote it a year ago and still have it in my brain.
6. I worry that I am too obsessed with numbers sometimes. And that worry comes directly from the fact that I just watched the episode in season one of lost in which hurley is shown winning the lottery and trying to find out what the numbers mean but honestly, that is something I could see myself becoming obsessed with. I used to count the syllables of the people speaking around me but I stopped doing that because it was too disruptive and I stopped actually listening to what people said when they spoke.
9653; 11532.
If you know what these numbers are... you are an impressive sir.
Alas.
1. I don't think the word "died" should be used in any context other than a living thing has stopped being alive. Like, batteries should not die, nor should they be dead. There needs to be a different word for all things that can die that weren't alive. We need more words sometimes. But the verb to die needs to be more sacred I think.
2. I was going to do a post called Unhappy Opinions and so I have been saving the unhappy opinions I have in my phone, but I have only come up with two, and I've kind of just been itching to write about them so I'm gonna write about them nowwwww.
3. Last year I wrote a research paper about how in Tanzania, people with Albinism (aka Albino people, though that is not their preferred phrasing of their condition. The nice way of saying it is People with Albinism, or PWA.) are being slaughtered in the middle of the night. This is because witch doctors pay high prices for the bones of PWAs, like thousands of dollars, so men sneak into the houses of PWAs and chop off their limbs. Like only one limb. And then they will walk away with a leg and the PWA either dies or is, I suppose, an amputee.
So basically, it's awful. Isn't it?
Yes-- for everyone though. Except the witch doctors I guess. But this is why: Tanzania is a horribly impoverished country. And while it is awful that these people are being killed/maimed for their limbs, I understand why. And when I was writing this research paper, I asked my dad, If our family was starving, food being an irregular part of our lives, would you kill an innocent person to feed our family?
Would you?
Wouldn't you though? Couldn't everyone say that at some point, they would kill an innocent human being in order to save their own family? I'm not sure if I would, but I don't judge those who would. Who did. I sympathize with the people with albinism who suffered these tragedies, with the people who lost members of their family in what I ultimately believe was a fight for food.
Or maybe it wasn't, maybe the murderers were already well off. But I doubt it. It seems desperate to me.
4. I want to be able to use the words didactic and pedantic in sentences. When I can do that, I will know that I am smart.
5. Turns out, I never actually wrote down my unhappy opinions. Just thought I did. And I know there were two but I can only remember the one because I think about it a lot, obviously. I wrote it a year ago and still have it in my brain.
6. I worry that I am too obsessed with numbers sometimes. And that worry comes directly from the fact that I just watched the episode in season one of lost in which hurley is shown winning the lottery and trying to find out what the numbers mean but honestly, that is something I could see myself becoming obsessed with. I used to count the syllables of the people speaking around me but I stopped doing that because it was too disruptive and I stopped actually listening to what people said when they spoke.
9653; 11532.
If you know what these numbers are... you are an impressive sir.
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