Whitney Houston died yesterday. Britney Murphey died, so did Any Winehouse. Heath Ledger died also.
Maybe us normal people, if indeed that is what we are, live longer than our celebrity counterparts. That or we just hear about their deaths more than our own(That sounds weird). One exception is Ozzy Osbourne - He just refuses to die.
I was sitting in the dentist waiting room today getting bored and I started watching the fishes in the aquarium, which I must say makes my dentist somewhat unique I think. Again, another assumption I make as I've not been to another Dentist before...
Anyway it is said that Everyman lives a life of quiet desperation. Moments in boredom that we yearn, think, reflect and generally know that we're doing nothing right then, but we're ok with it, but we don't know quite what else to do and it feels strange. It's desperation. For something. Humans are funny that way I guess. What do fish yearn for? Or any animal for that matter? Odd, almost strange thought. Even odder when you wonder about what the answer is. Strange day today is.
As it happens my optimistic view that my dentist appointments have come to an end are unfounded: I got a tooth infection, I got antibiotics and I got an appointment for next week. Root canal. Go figure.
Still, life is grand. I got to clean my apartment again: one thing about ordering out is you get containers, truck-load of containers. Pizza boxes are the worst because you got to cut them down to size to throw them away. Plastic sealed containers just take space in the trash. Oh and you got to take the trash out. Responsibility is this niggling thing. I do like the feeling after you've done it.
Routine. Thats what I need. More routine. Isn't it routine that slowly corrodes our existence into a monotonous, lethargic tablet that we take each day hoping that it will cure an underlying disease we don't have? I guess. Maybe I don't need routine then. Do I really need anything?
I guess this is the question.
What do fish yearn for?
Maybe us normal people, if indeed that is what we are, live longer than our celebrity counterparts. That or we just hear about their deaths more than our own(That sounds weird). One exception is Ozzy Osbourne - He just refuses to die.
I was sitting in the dentist waiting room today getting bored and I started watching the fishes in the aquarium, which I must say makes my dentist somewhat unique I think. Again, another assumption I make as I've not been to another Dentist before...
Anyway it is said that Everyman lives a life of quiet desperation. Moments in boredom that we yearn, think, reflect and generally know that we're doing nothing right then, but we're ok with it, but we don't know quite what else to do and it feels strange. It's desperation. For something. Humans are funny that way I guess. What do fish yearn for? Or any animal for that matter? Odd, almost strange thought. Even odder when you wonder about what the answer is. Strange day today is.
As it happens my optimistic view that my dentist appointments have come to an end are unfounded: I got a tooth infection, I got antibiotics and I got an appointment for next week. Root canal. Go figure.
Still, life is grand. I got to clean my apartment again: one thing about ordering out is you get containers, truck-load of containers. Pizza boxes are the worst because you got to cut them down to size to throw them away. Plastic sealed containers just take space in the trash. Oh and you got to take the trash out. Responsibility is this niggling thing. I do like the feeling after you've done it.
Routine. Thats what I need. More routine. Isn't it routine that slowly corrodes our existence into a monotonous, lethargic tablet that we take each day hoping that it will cure an underlying disease we don't have? I guess. Maybe I don't need routine then. Do I really need anything?
I guess this is the question.
What do fish yearn for?