written by owen on 2014-Jun-29.

I have been beset by choices lately. Choices are not my friend. They stalk me like a man eating cat in the jungle of life. Or a big batty woman is a trouble to a man. None of the choices are particularly easy or financially viable. Time is running out and of course other people are of no help. I must wade through the tall grass and hope I come out on the other side of the uncharted swampy wasteland beyond the thunderdome.

What's happened has already happened and the future is already on its way. There is nothing else I can do about it. Hell is other people. One just has to hope they get lucky. Physics will bring us together. Everything exists in relation to something else like trees exist because monkeys need something to climb. If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.

Any type of advanced knowledge or skill takes hours or years of practice. And the more you practice the more you realize how hard it is for other people to understand what you do even at a molecular level. There is nothing else I can do. I would go to work earlier in the mornings if I didn't have to kill myself doing it. But I guess everything you do kills you a little bit each day.

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