Two Questions
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realexplodingcatQuestion #1:
Why does the body sometimes disconnect from the mind? I hate it when that happens. I had my first day of class, today. I haven't been in a college class since 1999, but I remember all my organization and study skills. I am not intimidated. However, last night my body decides, "Nope, don't want to sleep. Something new is happening and it might attack you if you are unconscious." And, today, in the classroom, my mind is clear and receptive. But my body is freaking out, "Oh boy! This is different! Haven't done this in a long time. The professor must be a hungry cannibal." So, I sat there fidgeting and shifting in my seat for a good half of the class. I know it's natural to go through an adjustment period with new things, but it irritates me. Even if it's only for 20 minutes.
Question #2:
Why are the most fun things in life only great fun if you lack compassion? Example: We have a garden hose attachment that can make the water rocket out of the nozzle in a thin, powerful stream that shoots about 15 feet before fizzling out. I saw a squirrel in a nearby tree and I wanted to blast that little fucker off the branch. Part of me believes that this would have been the most fun I've had in years. And I'd say that's true, except for the other part of me that would feel really bad about doing that to a living creature. Damn that compassion.
Why does the body sometimes disconnect from the mind? I hate it when that happens. I had my first day of class, today. I haven't been in a college class since 1999, but I remember all my organization and study skills. I am not intimidated. However, last night my body decides, "Nope, don't want to sleep. Something new is happening and it might attack you if you are unconscious." And, today, in the classroom, my mind is clear and receptive. But my body is freaking out, "Oh boy! This is different! Haven't done this in a long time. The professor must be a hungry cannibal." So, I sat there fidgeting and shifting in my seat for a good half of the class. I know it's natural to go through an adjustment period with new things, but it irritates me. Even if it's only for 20 minutes.
Question #2:
Why are the most fun things in life only great fun if you lack compassion? Example: We have a garden hose attachment that can make the water rocket out of the nozzle in a thin, powerful stream that shoots about 15 feet before fizzling out. I saw a squirrel in a nearby tree and I wanted to blast that little fucker off the branch. Part of me believes that this would have been the most fun I've had in years. And I'd say that's true, except for the other part of me that would feel really bad about doing that to a living creature. Damn that compassion.
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Date: 2004-09-01 09:59 pm (UTC)Years ago, when I was still living there, my father put up a martin house visible from the family room and vigilantly guarded it against squirrel squatters. He would sit in his recliner six feet from the patio door, open the screen about one inch, and keep a pellet gun at the ready. The gunshots wouldn't really injure the squirrels, but they sure annoyed them.
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Date: 2004-09-02 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-02 04:00 am (UTC)I see them fall out of trees from 20-30 feet up, hit the grass, shake themselves off, glare at me, and scamper back up the tree to hurl branch-chunks at me.
It's good times!
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Date: 2004-09-02 04:03 pm (UTC)I laughed for a very long time, and the only way it would have been better would be if I'd done it myself, with a hose.
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