We were sitting on the couch after work, watching a cartoon, my woman and I. She had a headache, one of the worst I’ve ever witnessed her experience, I feel bad but couldn’t do much but offer medicine and not annoy her senses.
I do so much nothing. Wasted thousands of hours in this life doing nothing like watching TV. The same episodes on a constant rotation. Boredom eating, usually while continuing to watch the same episodes on a constant rotation. Masturbation, usually after boredom eating while continuing to watch the same episodes on a constant rotation. More recent, Call of Duty four has worked its way into my daily routine. I’m not actually doing anything, just filling time between waking up and going to sleep. Not engaging in anything. Rather, anything of real importance.
What if I emptied my mind. Not a thought. All gone but one single purpose, one task, one objective which my entire being is engaged in. Not disturbed by brain chatter, imaginary scenarios, media, expectations, relationships and the complexities that come with each. Just in tune.
“Fine dining and breathing”
To calm spongebob down Squidward suggested he clear his brain of everything BUT fine dining and breathing. In spongebobs head hundreds of tiny him are scrambling in his mind burning all documents except fine dining and breathing. Spongebob didn’t have a conscious separate from FDB, thus didn’t speak, move, blink, kein. But when it was time to FDB, in a matter of seconds turned Krusty krab into a five star restaurant.
I gotta stop jacking off.
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