something must be wrong with my metabolism or something. walking a mile in the cold on a night that I would not consider to be cold one year ago left me completely winded and frozen. But I am glad that something beyond me pushed me to walk through it. And then one more mile after that. by the time I arrived at the theater, my body was in shock. And I don’t even think it was below 35 degrees out. it may have been muggy for other people,  for all I know.

and my typing is getting worse. in the above paragraph, it took about 10 attempts to type something correctly.

and then there’s my spelling. i was writing an email to a friend and I wanted to use the word “unprecedented,” but for some reason I was completely blanking out on how to spell it. unpresidented, unprescendented, unpresented, until finally I gave up and replaced it with unique. and unique is as meaningless an adjective as interesting.

and by the way, it took 3 attempts for me to type and spell correctly adjective.

maybe this is just my way of conforming to the wealthiest country with the poorest educational system, which is the real reason why tens of millions voted for Trump. i wonder how Trump supporters would fare in a spelling bee against non-Trump supporters. I don’t think they’d make it past the first round.

not because all of them are unintelligent. they just never learned critical thinking or how to discriminate in the face of untruth.

as for the others, they are just wretched awful people. who even cares if they are intelligent or not? because they should not even exist.

gosh, i didn’t mean to go on like this. it was very selfish of me. I just didn’t know who else to turn to.


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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