After Midnight

After Midnight

It’s been a day. . .

Cool Photo

Found this on Unsplash. Looks like a splash to me. LoL

Duel Socks

The way things are, Life has a tendency to unfold. As often as I’m doing laundry and folding the clothing up, it all seems to come undone, within a week. There is real need for house elf's.

Back in the day, when my life was stable, I had someone else doing the laundry for me. And they did good work. Her name, is a secret. Always felt some connection with that. Given that the program that I use very often is Called VIM, which is an enhanced version of Vi.

Sadly Vi doesn’t do my laundry anymore. I do however still use VIM. Most people wouldn’t know what it does, or how to use it. Some archaic program, that most people would have to read three books to know how to use.

I am pretty sure, that once you learned it; it may not be something that you really would ever forget. Maybe… Depends upon how good your memory is.

That is besides the point

It has been a day. Liked the photo in this post. Maybe today was better than most, and still getting by, on a thin rope. Somedays, it feels like I’m only getting by on a thread. Often I wonder, if the rope is going to hold me.

It was a long day. And, time flys when you don’t know what your doing. Want to make better use of my time. Want to be useful here, and productive. Want to make life better, for a lot of people. Even me.

I should have done better. They have said, “be nice to your sister.” In the event I had known, that she would ignore me, and not talk with me, it might have changed how things were handled. Had I known that people that were once my friends, would be her friend, and not talk to me; might have done a few things different.

I find the world, a difficult place sometimes. Not sure, which order things should be stacked. Really to know the answer to that, a person would have to know what causes the least pain. However, you want to avoid living like zombie cat shit; because while in the short run, is really the least painful; in the long run; is worse than having lived a full life that had some pains.

People don’t seem to understand, or listen much. Not sure if those things, are ever going to change. Life feels emotionally abusive to me. Maybe, I’ve become a snowflake, and don’t stand a chance in hell. Still, a person has to be able to communicate. And other people have to be able to understand.

It helps when both people use the same language. Try arguing in two different languages, that neither person both understand. It is pointless to argue with them. You would eventually see the humor in it, and the futile effort that you put into it, was a sick joke that you both were the punchline.