I woke up different this morning, different than how I normally wake up. It took time to piece together the who, the where and why of myself. It’s not something you think about very often; I mean the state in which you wake. I mean I guess when you wake up hung-over, or from a fever dream, or something unusual like those; I haven’t had anything like that in a long time, and I hadn’t this morning. All the same it took measurable time to piece it all together.
It wasn’t a bad day, today, not a good one either, it started off strange though which automatically puts it into neutral ground and it never recovered. I don’t have any insight, shoe-gazing introspection or excuse for the day, just that simple truth; it took time to piece myself together and I felt a bit nauseous the way that five hours of breathing airplane air will do you or a day of riding roller coaster in the sun.
I saw my doctor and didn’t see my girl friend. In both cases it was crossed wires. I think everything I did or didn’t do today had cross wiring, not bad wiring and obviously not good wiring, just crossed wiring. I thought about time and I thought about crime today. Hmmm, maybe I typed it that way to be funny, I thought about the passage of time and the commission of crime.
I think about time a lot. I used to think about crime a lot. I sat through little arm chair mystery groups and I certainly worked the incarceration end of the judicial system. Neither one of those is how I contemplate crime; the former is all about elaborate plans to get away with something, the latter is all about those that failed to get away. Often I think about crime in the same way I think about time; people investing a lot of effort into something for nothing without ever seeing the irony.
Even just waking up costs; there is no something for nothing. That really isn’t a bad thing, it’s a natural scale. Well, natural as far as human nature goes and, I think, perhaps, physical laws. I think the grander the scale the further a thing gets away from moral absolutes. For moral absolute you have to put a very fine point on a thing. That I kind of object to; putting to fine a point on a thing.
I’m going to go to sleep soon. I expect to wake tomorrow after a more typical fashion, I don’t really want any extra weird mixed in my dough thank you very much.
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