Monday, February 2, 2015

End of Summer Blues

With Summer in Sydney going fast, and the silly season in full flight, it seems that people are scratching their head and saying where did Summer go? Could it be because of Tony Abbotts' direct action environmental policy, the rain in Sydney and NSW seems to have subsided for now? The Kookaburras and the Wallabies, still run their course, the trees, sway in the breeze and occasionally fall on power lines.
Days turn to weeks and years, and time flies, with all the meetings and schedules, perhaps some people are looking for a new form of happiness, or celebration.
Whether you use Twitter, Facebook, or some other social networking platform, there seems to be a need to meet and talk to people face to face. Just who do we meet, and what do we do with our time, is it effective, and reflective? Most people these days shirk from parties, and go to the gym, or have an occupation, which sets me apart from the norm. I don't expect people to empathise with my views, and in some cases you can agree to disagree.
Important to me, is the fact that shoes need cleaning, and that some methods of shoe deodorising are not effective.
Some people are so caught up in the moment, they forget to breathe and this is something I need to make it out of this world having made a difference to those that know the real me.
Just what exactly is making a difference, and contributing to the community society and global brain? Do we need to choose our own views, and television programming, or play more computer games, spend more time with family, or do we need to do more exercise, meet new minds, and listen to our iObject or Phablet?
A typical day, wake up around 5:30am, go back to sleep, get disturbed by the birds, and then have breakfast, plan the day, and perhaps start a walk and have a green tea, with a hint of lime. Then turn the phone on, and wait for the absence of call service from Vodafail, and update all the computers, with the latest security patches and updates.
For me this seems too stagnant, yet it makes life reliable, or provides the illusion of reliability.
If you don't drive, you catch a bus into the population and walk around the shopping centre or mall if you are American Canadian. Then if you elected to stay home you get a new friend request on Skype from a "hot and horny", hooker, or closet sex agent trying to get you to use some private link to view all sorts of "Daddy wouldn't approve", content.
I am glad and thankful I can compel my limbs to move, and can plan the next day, and the next, and the next after that. Surely with all the prayer and time, reading bible quotes, and contact with the community and animal therapy, I can lay claim to my own private Utopia. Yes I enjoy being ordinary and avoiding what ordinary people avoid.

L8r stranger.

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