Got distracted by masturbation (damn you, penis) and ended up not ordering my groceries until like 4:15 pm.
You know, when I would normally be eating.
Actually, I decided yesterday that it was time to move lunch to 3 pm, which makes the meals a lot closer to being evenly spaced out and thus is healthier.
But today, I forgot that I had decided that.
Changing one’s habits can be complicated.
Eventually, I will move lunch to its new permanent home at 2 pm. That way, it’s six hours between breakfast at 8 am and lunch at 2 pm, then six hours until super at 8 PM.
And then only four hours till my midnight snack. But that’s not movable because I get together with other people to watch stuff off the PVR then.
And then it’s eight hours till breakfast at 8 am.
To fix that, I would have to start getting up early to eat at 6 am every day. And who knows, maybe that would be a lot healthier in the long run.
I have often pondered the potential health benefits of keeping your circadian rhythms in sync with external time. That old, “early to bed, early to rise” schtick might have some actual wisdom to it.
Maybe getting up with the dawn and sleeping with the sunset makes sense and if we did it, our bodies would feel a lot less stressed that way,
Don’t know if I could pull it off, though. I’ve been a night owl for decades now. I recognize that it’s not the healthiest lifestyle but it seems to suit me.
When everyone else is asleep, I feel free. It’s like a great weight has been lifted and I can truly take deep breaths and feel alive for a change.
Which is pretty mysterious once you really look at it from a scientific point of view. Just what are these signals that change when people go to sleep? What exactly is it that I am picking up on?
It can’t be pheromones. I can’t possibly be smelling all the people in the apartments above, below, and around me. How would all those smells even reach me as I sit here in my apartment with the windows closed?
I honestly feel that human beings have some kind of electrical perception that lets us “sense” what the humans around us are doing even through the walls.
I’m sure pheromones play a role too, especially in things like crowd behaviour and mood synchronization events like concerts, plays, sports games, and church services.
And heck, even going to the movies. While that movie is playing, if it is any good, that crowd of strangers is temporarily united by a shared experience that they are all experiencing at the exact same time.
Anyhow, so I feel best when I have the night more or less to myself. Somehow, I know.
Which reminds me of the times when I have been on the streets walking home late at night and felt absolutely fantastic. Like I was walking on air with a song in my heart.
I am started to wonder if the biopressure from other humans has always been a problem for me. One that was very difficult to conceive of, let alone articulate.
Makes me wonder how I would feel if I truly “got away from it all” by going to some remote location where there’s no other humans around for hundreds of miles.
Maybe this is why people have to fuck off to some mountainside in Tibet or some remote cabin in Alaska in order to “find themselves”.
If so, than this ability to sense the presence of others around us is something so endemic to the human condition that we all accept the truth of it without questioning it or wondering how it exists.
I mean, what was with all that crap Thoreau talked about the virtues of solitude?
How would our bodies even know whether we’re in a crowded high density apartment complex or a remote retreat in northern Nepal?
Pretty spooky stuff!
And just think : if we could figure out how this all works, we could come up with a way to block the signals and create artificial solitude.
And wouldn’t that be nice?
More after the break.
Basically, charcuterie is crudité for carnivores.
The wrong thing
Holy fucksauce, am I tired of getting the wrong things when I order groceries.
Tonight, I ordered 9 items, and 4 of them were wrong. Two fatally so.
I ordered All Dressed flavoured No Name chips, got BBQ instead. I do not particularly like BBQ chips. I will probably still eat them, but still.
I ordered a bag of “Everything” trail mix. Got “Mixed Berries” instead. Shit is half dried fruit at least. Dried fruit is not great for diabetes.
But much worse was that instead of the Voortman’s No Sugar Added Fudge Striped Cookies, I got fucking NO NAME full sugar Fudge Striped Cookies.
They don’t even look faintly alike. I mean what the fuck.
AND I ordered my usual Russell Stover’s No Sugar Added Fruit Flavoured Candies and I got freaking full sugar LIFE SAVERS instead.
The final piece of the puzzle is that my order arrived an HOUR late.
To me, this paints a picture of someone who was running way behind and just throwing whatever looked vaguely right into the cart in their haste.
I put in a complaint to DoorDash and they refunded me for all the wrong items. I then used that money to get myself some McD’s.
Which was dumb in retrospect because it would have made more sense to use that money to try to get the things they fucked up.
Now I will have no cookies and no hard candy until next Friday unless I come up with some clever financial shenanigans to pay for them.
I guess I could ask Julian to go get them for me. That way I could pay cash. And I can spare the cash because apparently we are not doing Denny’s this week.
Apparently Joe, who tested negative for Covid when he first went into the hospital last month, has now tested positive for it. And that means Julian might have it as well as he has been spending so much time with Joe.
I could still do Denny’s with Felicity, she would just have to pick me up on the way.
But whatever. I will manage. I always do.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.