I told my cat he may not go out because it is raining cats and dogs. He informs me if it raining cats he will be just fine, it is only those dogs he would be wary of. I told my dog she cannot go out as it is raining cats and dogs, she informed me I should stop being so silly and let her run free. And to call her back again when it starts raining humans.
Rich people are frightening. I've worked it out. I read of this one millionaire guy who installed torture implements into his mansion-like house; complete with marble floors and torture maze, booby traps that hack at you and axes that fall from unexpected places. Now he installed this not as an elaborate security measure to protect his wealth and his life but with cameras so he may voyeuristically indulge in the hunting and torturing of humans. This strikes me as possibly the most disturbed thing I've ever heard. When many of us in the world can't even afford a flushable toilet and a fitted kitchen, it's no wonder the rich are scary. The power of money should never be underestimated and the importance of a flushable loo is also paramount. I also read about this 15th century celtic monk who lived on his namesake island of Maree in the highlands. It was believed he could heal the sick and insane and they all travelled and crawled miles to see him. To swim in the Loch of Maree. So I look at the island of Maree and note it is very small in size and wonder if there was enough room between him and his excrement. That is all that matters in some ways, is there enough room between me and my crap and no miracles can solve that practical necessity. I dipped my small finger in the loch of Maree hoping to achieve a minor but not life shattering miracle.
I took a cold shower involuntarily and for no sexual or financial reasons. It simply turned out that way and let me tell you before we get into details, I hate when the shower turns cold for no discernible reason, and it did and in the past I've been known to throw a tantrum and just plain out refuse to shower as a consequence but I didn't. I grimaced and had that fucking shower and spit on the shower when I had finished just to show it that we could both play at that game and to reaffirm to the shower that I won the battle. The moral: I'm becoming superhuman.
How many people do you think died today? A couple of thousand, more, hundreds of thousands? I wonder who died the most painfully and I wonder if anyone died by being catapulted into space. I didn't die today. That's quite something, huh. It is entirely possible that right now in all our neighbourhoods across the globe there are frightened pockets of people and individuals all experiencing their very own life shattering crisis. I can only say I'm glad today is not my day. My friend's dad died when she was 24 and she was left to deal with all the official papers and suchs. She noted to me that her father became someone elses the second he was gone. Which is odd.
That's all.