This just another one of those posts to get a few things out of my head. And somewhere else with them.
Last night, I watched Marc Maron’s latest special Thinky Pain on steaming on Netflix.
I like how he is willing to delve into his own fallacy. Recognize them. Deal with them. And then find some way to go about the struggles of life.
So this post is going to be a bit “Maron-nestic” for a lack of a made up term for the my condition.
I know the Season for All My Discontents is upon me.
It is what it is.
So here is the rundown.
I want to post another fiction style post but right now there is nothing really prompted me for a subject or any form of a narrative.
There is an idea that is festering on the notepad that I keep coming back to. However, it has grown so much from its original form that I have to think of another way to format. The challenge is in doing so it trying to make sure the continuity works. I just cannot “break the code” at this point.
I must be a writer because I agony the details no one is paying attention. And I get pissed off when no one is really trying to see the “bigger picture”.
Why at night when I want to get to the Rashomon DVD I get all sleepy? Yet when I am sleepy I have no problem being awake for the YouTube Worm Hole.
I am in the midst of a Decluttering Home Project that is revealing that under a mess is still another mess. And this project is going to take more time that originally projected. Plus there are days, I wish I had an extra hand trading off on the “offense and defense” that is needed here.
I also want to say that just because I am clearing space in no way what so ever I am making room to take on “shit” from other people.
So DO NOT ASK.
And by the way I want to know this. When I am eating by myself and reading. Why is this mistaken for the International Symbol for “Yes, I really want to have a conversation at this time?”
Speaking about reading. Infinite Jest by David Wallace Foster is taking me more time to read than I thought it would. I do like the book so far. But it is a detailed narrative that involves a lot of looking at the appendix in the back. I am trying to figure out what brings these various characters together at some point. I am also not looking up any articles on this book as a “cheat.
I am questioning on why of all the books in the pile. Why this one? Why now?
The mystery of life may be the reality that ultimately “nothing makes sense”.
So deal with it.
And speaking of the “dealing with it” topic.
My truck is in the shop for the next few days. The Check Engine Soon light went off Monday on my way to evening job. I FUCKING HATE THAT SENSOR because it tells you absolutely nothing. It does not tell you that it is a problem that you can deal with in hundred miles or you have less than five before the “shit hits the fan”. So I was on edge Monday night hoping that I could get to work and then back home. I did. So when I took it to the shop. A valve with a sensor (I forget the name) was bad. And of course, it is something that I own and the part needed is never immediately available. So it is at least 2-3 days before it is in.
At least I got a rental to hold me over until then.
I was thinking of being a smart ass with it. However, with my credit card info they would have no trouble finding me since I am very local for them. By being right down the street from where I live.
I was thinking of filling the trunk with beer cans and energy drink cans. Half fun. Half stupid. And guess which one is which. Under the pile of cans I would put a shovel covered with dirt and blood. Fake blood. A Box of Jell-O. There is always room for it. And a ChapStick. Just because. This would at least cause there (although it would be brief) to be an investigation. Taped off scene. Some photos taken.
It would be nice if something I need would be subjected to some degree of “analytical investigation”. And not the usual “assumption” with a bit of “disinterest”.
It is just time for a change.