Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tale of the psychological sock! And what was that crashing sound anyway?

So, yesterday as I put on my socks. . .sock number one had a hole in it.  In the toe! Off they go and the offending sock along with it's matched companion were cast aside.  It occurred to me that some people might just wear the sock anyway and go on about their day.  I then wondered if that meant something psycological about the sock wearer and the sock nonwearer.  Probably so, but i'm not a psychologist.  (my wife just said "obviously" :)) This may seem trivial but I seem to be increasingly aware of my specific "particulars" lately.  That is, my particulars that I think are frustration starters and then determining to be motivated by the ones that matter and tossing out the rest. (same place as that sock with the hole.  Yep, big pile of irrelevant goop and socks with holes.  This pile is a great place for other things like: credit card debt, spoiled food from the fridge, that tag you illegally tore from the mattress and whatnot).
Observation: We have a inside Maltese (dog) that is mostly blind.  When you walk by him he almost always senses your presence and moves in a direction.  There's a 50/50 chance that he moves away from you, right? Well maybe.  What actually occurrs is that about 99% of the time he moves his head with tremendous precision perfectly in line with the shin bone of the person walking buy.  50/50? Hmmm.  He can accomplish this from a standing, sitting, laying and scratching position with speed that would draw forth envy from any speed thrill seeker) So the deal is, If I was in control of the laws of this space/time air bubble we live in, I'd make with where that dog always moves in the right direction (which may include not moving at all).  However, i'm not in control of this space place.  So, i'll be putting this in that pile. . .the one with the spoiled stuff from the fridge.
Oh, the crashing sound:
Ha! 52 disc pickup! 50/50 chance man. . .
. . .to the pile!

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