two frames of mind
This title refers to how i am often sullen and unenergetic at work and suddenly bursting with joy at home, or other times, sometimes even at work! It really is the strangest thing. I think it may be correlated to my caffeine intake. But often enough, the relationship of caffeine intake to joy level is indirectly porportional. I am no scientist, but my musings on measurement give me great pleasure. Perhaps i am simply severely misled in dealings of the mind, and i should seek out some psychiatric assistance, or at least a shoulder to cry on and a personal tape recorder to speak to, since most people do not enjoy hearing my arrogant and self-absorbed rantings. The wall shall do for now, though it does not answer back, but this has not been a problem.
It is a great danger to be alone for so long in the house. More specifically, a danger to the mind, because it longs to reach out to some other entity, and when there is none to be found, it will bounce these urges around within the cranium, creating a perilous amount of energy that must be displaced before the head explodes.
A side note---whilst on the road up the mountain past Kamojima, a large bulldozer blocked the way. A man passed us on the road and spoke to us while picking up rocks and dropping them to the floor, motioning for us to do something with them. We didn't understand him, and assumed we were supposed to throw rocks at the vehicle. After he passed, everyone was hesitant but me, and i picked up a small stone and threw it at the window, which regrettably resulted in cracks snaking across its surface. I didn't realize at first because it didn't shatter, but everyone else saw its color change and told me they thought it cracked. When we got closer, the answer was clear, and the bulldozer stopped to let us pass, probably to prevent further damage. I approached the window and saw a young man inside, laying back and smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face. I apologized in the best Japanese i knew but he said nothing, only gave me a look as if to say "i don't care. i get a smoking break." We proceeded onward, unscathed.
Onward, ho!
It is a great danger to be alone for so long in the house. More specifically, a danger to the mind, because it longs to reach out to some other entity, and when there is none to be found, it will bounce these urges around within the cranium, creating a perilous amount of energy that must be displaced before the head explodes.
A side note---whilst on the road up the mountain past Kamojima, a large bulldozer blocked the way. A man passed us on the road and spoke to us while picking up rocks and dropping them to the floor, motioning for us to do something with them. We didn't understand him, and assumed we were supposed to throw rocks at the vehicle. After he passed, everyone was hesitant but me, and i picked up a small stone and threw it at the window, which regrettably resulted in cracks snaking across its surface. I didn't realize at first because it didn't shatter, but everyone else saw its color change and told me they thought it cracked. When we got closer, the answer was clear, and the bulldozer stopped to let us pass, probably to prevent further damage. I approached the window and saw a young man inside, laying back and smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face. I apologized in the best Japanese i knew but he said nothing, only gave me a look as if to say "i don't care. i get a smoking break." We proceeded onward, unscathed.
Onward, ho!
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