Just need to vent sometimes
Even though i've declared enough times my termination here.
It doesn't matter though, on so many levels.
If i updated you all on everything with dad, it would be just like re-living it all and compounding the frustration, but we are to go to his doctor tomorrow and my brother wants me to fill him in on all the forgetting and losing things, and for maybe a cognitive test could be given to him, even the slightest thing can ruffle dad's feathers, but i should be more of the mind of the greater good, but if it means he loses his driver's licence well that would put us in a pickle.
Where does that pickle saying come from, i'm sure it predates Rick & Morty btw.
My long post will be an alphabetical list of all my resources that are used to maintain and restore sanity, but it's an important development for me as i was reading an essay on Plato that reading alone counts as nothing, you need more than that to actually learn.
But i am only a reader, i cannot be discussing issues with anyone, to flesh it all out, as i've never known or learned how to do so.
It's all fallen apart suffice it so say, whatever there once was was built on a shaky foundation.
This will be a 200 hour audible month too, i'm zipping through a 60 hour book called The Enlightenment That Failed as it will leave the free catalogue by the end of the month, it's making Spinoza sound interesting, and there's another free book on him i might give a listen to. I'll always recall how Dutch Reformed theologian Wilhelmus a Brakel warned his readers against the most evil Spinoza. And how Nietzsche liked him.
I fueled my kobo with some good translations and editions of Nietzsche btw, i have 25 dollars remaining for a few more THC gummies when i run out.
I can hear someone saying "and you are telling us all of this because ....??"
To which i refer to the earlier statement, about nothing mattering, ergo as long as i'm not butchering people left right and centre or illegally crossing streets i can just senselessly group words into sentences and paragraphs to give myself the illusion of something which doesn't call for concern.
It doesn't matter though, on so many levels.
If i updated you all on everything with dad, it would be just like re-living it all and compounding the frustration, but we are to go to his doctor tomorrow and my brother wants me to fill him in on all the forgetting and losing things, and for maybe a cognitive test could be given to him, even the slightest thing can ruffle dad's feathers, but i should be more of the mind of the greater good, but if it means he loses his driver's licence well that would put us in a pickle.
Where does that pickle saying come from, i'm sure it predates Rick & Morty btw.
My long post will be an alphabetical list of all my resources that are used to maintain and restore sanity, but it's an important development for me as i was reading an essay on Plato that reading alone counts as nothing, you need more than that to actually learn.
But i am only a reader, i cannot be discussing issues with anyone, to flesh it all out, as i've never known or learned how to do so.
It's all fallen apart suffice it so say, whatever there once was was built on a shaky foundation.
This will be a 200 hour audible month too, i'm zipping through a 60 hour book called The Enlightenment That Failed as it will leave the free catalogue by the end of the month, it's making Spinoza sound interesting, and there's another free book on him i might give a listen to. I'll always recall how Dutch Reformed theologian Wilhelmus a Brakel warned his readers against the most evil Spinoza. And how Nietzsche liked him.
I fueled my kobo with some good translations and editions of Nietzsche btw, i have 25 dollars remaining for a few more THC gummies when i run out.
I can hear someone saying "and you are telling us all of this because ....??"
To which i refer to the earlier statement, about nothing mattering, ergo as long as i'm not butchering people left right and centre or illegally crossing streets i can just senselessly group words into sentences and paragraphs to give myself the illusion of something which doesn't call for concern.
46-50, M