Random Thought

Is it weird that I'm considering selling my plasma? I mean, I donated blood every 8 weeks for a long, long time. This is basically the same thing...except it takes 2 hours at a time and they pay me a small amount. Wonder if I'll still get cookies and juice?? What are reasons not to?

Back To Basics

I'm still finding myself chasing after something and not knowing where to find it or even what it is. It's not what I thought it was and contentment is losing its lustre again. Maybe I need to start back at the beginning, simplify, remind myself what I'm doing and why I'm here. There must be an answer, right? Shouldn't I have this figured out already? 33 1/2 years seems like long enough.

I'm No Superman

Why is it that lists of random questions always want to know what super power you'd pick if such a thing was really possible? And why is it that people always want to fly? I understand the fascination with flying. There's freedom and joy and convenience packaged up nice and neat. But I've never had that desire. I don't get it. Why flying? Is it because of Superman? Or some primal need to have something that we weren't meant to have?

For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be able to read minds. (Sure, sure, for a while I wanted to have x-ray vision but that's because I was a gutter-mind. Even in elementary school). Maybe it's because I'm terrible at reading people. I can never trust my instincts when it comes to knowing what people are really thinking. I doubt sincerity. I'm unsure about intentions. I misread situations and I put my own feelings onto other people. How amazing would it be to just know what someone means? To know what someone is feeling? I realize it's part of being human to hide our thoughts, to conceal our emotions, to lie, to do what it takes to get what we want. But I want truth. I want to know what runs through someone else's head. Sure, it's an easy way fix. And, of course, it would cause more problems than it solves. And, yes, I realize that the novelty would wear off quickly. (And I'd certainly never want someone to read my mind! It's bad enough my face is so easy to read). But, I have no interest in Superman. I don't want to fly. I only want to know people better; the deep down truth that is in each of us. For now, until someone comes along and offers me the super power of my choice, I'll just continue happily misreading situations, over analyzing conversations, and enjoying figuring it out on my own. It's part of my charm, ya know :)

Just Because It's Wednesday

A little pop-folk/pop culture mix by Kay Pettigrew. I think I like her version better...sorry, Will Smith

The Link

I always thought I knew how it worked but now I know I was right. Distraction is the key. And I am full of distractions now.