Friday, February 13, 2015

Aging Status Report 2

Everything I do hurts me.

I stretch my arm, and I hurt myself.

I walk and I hurt myself.

I tear a cardboard box and bend a fingernail backwards.

Even doing small things hurts me, and it's happening more and more.

It's what happens when you get older. It's easier than ever to hurt myself.

Bending from the knees is more and more uncomfortable. Lifting heavy things is unpleasant. Exerting myself isn't as easy as it once was.

My diet is hyper-healthy and I exercise weekly, but i still go long stretches where I just feel bad. Nothing I do, nothing I ate. I just feel bad for no apparent reason.

I think I fear aging more than I fear death.

Friday, February 6, 2015

My Patent Office

I wonder if my brain would be free to construct the story if I didn't have the day job.

Would Einstein have constructed his ideas if he had been in academia instead of the patent office?

My job gives me something mindless to do and gives my brain time to wander.

Perhaps I need [retail].

Doesn't mean I won't try to escape. I'm sure I'll find a way to bloom no matter where I'm planted. If I am free of [retail], I will likely have to take a crappy part-time job just to give my mind a chance to wander. But at least then it will be on my terms, not theirs.