You may remember my telling you about the woman at the Physical Culture Club who I've become friendly with. Her birthday is Friday, so I asked Chat to make me a picture of a dirty blonde female body builder in the manner of a Lichtenstein painting. Right out of the box, I got this. Pretty cool, I thought . I will print this out on a good 6x4 inch mat matt matte double sided photo paper with a message on the back. I'm only doing it because she told me it was her birthday. She is training for an upcoming Physique Competition. I find it a silly thing to do, but she has her own demons to contend with. She's the one who said, "Oh. . . who hurt you?" Yea. Been in therapy. I try not to ask her what her long term goal is. Most people don't have one.
Except for those who tell me they want to get married and have children. I don't say anything. I just tilt my head and curl my lips. I mean. . . that's your long term goal?
"Yea, I saw it in movies and on t.v. It comes from the Bible."
I'm not knocking it except as a longterm goal. I think you need something less. . . attainable?
"O.K. motherfucker. . . I want to be president of the United States."
There you go. I believe in you.
I never had a clear vision or a long term goal, either. I'm just a cautionary tale, you see. Whatever I did, do the other thing, kid.
Still. . . I don't think competing in a bodybuilding contest is something I'd recommend. Not at all.
Did I have anything else to opine about today?
Sure. Just waste your time going around taking pictures. That will make your life much richer.
Or do dangerous things from great heights. Try to become an olympic bobsledder. Learn to spell really well. Take up dancing and see if you can be on t.v.
WTF? I guess none of it really matters, does it?
"Dad was a contestant on Jeopardy once."
We just need to fill the hours.
The mass of men lead lives of quet desperation is a famous quote from Henry David Thoreau's "Walden," reflecting how people often live unfulfilled, monotonous lives driven by societal expectations, materialism, and unexamined routines, rather than pursuing their true passions, leading to a repressed inner life, symbolized by "the song still in them". It's a call to self-reflection, encouraging individuals to break from conformity, embrace simplicity, and live authentically to avoid this state of concealed unhappiness.
Too many abstractions there, big ideas that are better suited to poetry than life advice. I think that is where I went wrong. Fuck Thoreau. He was bitter and wanted people to be as miserable as he was.
Just a guess.
"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. . . and watch the parking meters."
Words to live by. Now. . . I will go and profoundly make my mother's breakfast. Life is full of meaning. Enjoy.
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