a day in the garden
finally got down to all the gardening that I was supposed to have done. The afternoon was primarily spent on the water plants. My water lillies were getting out of hand so I had to go into the pond and trim them. Potted the lotus today as well, the one that I grew from a seed I carried back from bangkok. Usually this activity would have made me happy. The goldfish which I bred were doing well in the mud pot too. Gardening is supposed to be somewhat carthartic no? But now I find myself alone again still feeling like shit for some reasons I would rather not discuss.
Maybe I need a bigger garden.
its strange how humans can invigorate and drain each other at the same time. A moot point for the creationist camp. human emotion to my reckoning does not seem to follow the strict utility that evolution implies. Unless of course the point can be made that somehow, our capricious set of emotions has the effect of prolonging lives. Is it for joy that we live or does the avoidance of sadness drive us along? If the latter than it must be that sadness somehow is a condition more undesirable than death. Something to think about yeah? If the former, then by any yardstick, I am a failure along with many others. How much joy does our life give us or the people around us? Darrr has said it, grades for grades sake is useless. It doesn't of course mean that attaining good grades is a joyless affair, though where to draw the proverbial little line is a question that is too personal for anyone else to answer.
Have we forsaken our friends and family? Lived lives less than honorable for petty gains? I had a dream or rather a nightmare in which I was boiling with a certain rage. In it, I was shouting at a certain someone, "you are nothing! you are nothing because you have no one!" Freudian projection aside, it made me ponder if the real reason I was angry was because that person represented the ugly part of me that I hated in myself. Its really hard to tell when you are the asshole.
I used to be easily agitated and angry on the roads. Consequently I have been less than civil in my manners to say the least. Now I take it easy. In a world filled with so much grey, you may obtain some gratification from cutting back into someone's lane or blaring your horn. But like I said, its hard to tell when you are being the asshole.
All that said, some behaviour I still cannot stand, and if you are one of these types... all I can say is stay away.
I hate buggers who go at 80 on the right lane of the CTE. No excuse there except a blatant lack of consideration or plain stupidity. The right lane is an overtaking lane and should remain so. This also means that if you stay at 90 on the right lane when there is a car behind you on a relatively clear road ahead, you are also a prick. These rules of course are flexi for instances such as jams etc...
If you travel at 80 on the right lane, you don't deserve your license.
Maybe I need a bigger garden.
its strange how humans can invigorate and drain each other at the same time. A moot point for the creationist camp. human emotion to my reckoning does not seem to follow the strict utility that evolution implies. Unless of course the point can be made that somehow, our capricious set of emotions has the effect of prolonging lives. Is it for joy that we live or does the avoidance of sadness drive us along? If the latter than it must be that sadness somehow is a condition more undesirable than death. Something to think about yeah? If the former, then by any yardstick, I am a failure along with many others. How much joy does our life give us or the people around us? Darrr has said it, grades for grades sake is useless. It doesn't of course mean that attaining good grades is a joyless affair, though where to draw the proverbial little line is a question that is too personal for anyone else to answer.
Have we forsaken our friends and family? Lived lives less than honorable for petty gains? I had a dream or rather a nightmare in which I was boiling with a certain rage. In it, I was shouting at a certain someone, "you are nothing! you are nothing because you have no one!" Freudian projection aside, it made me ponder if the real reason I was angry was because that person represented the ugly part of me that I hated in myself. Its really hard to tell when you are the asshole.
I used to be easily agitated and angry on the roads. Consequently I have been less than civil in my manners to say the least. Now I take it easy. In a world filled with so much grey, you may obtain some gratification from cutting back into someone's lane or blaring your horn. But like I said, its hard to tell when you are being the asshole.
All that said, some behaviour I still cannot stand, and if you are one of these types... all I can say is stay away.
I hate buggers who go at 80 on the right lane of the CTE. No excuse there except a blatant lack of consideration or plain stupidity. The right lane is an overtaking lane and should remain so. This also means that if you stay at 90 on the right lane when there is a car behind you on a relatively clear road ahead, you are also a prick. These rules of course are flexi for instances such as jams etc...
If you travel at 80 on the right lane, you don't deserve your license.
posted by Shininggoat at 4:55 PM
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