Altered States, Definitions, Society

Word Of The Day: Pebbling

“Today is my first time hearing of this word that describes the action of someone who loves you sending little notes, pictures, etc., as a form of affection because something lovingly reminds them of you during a 24 hour period.

They are coining this as a type “neurotypical” behavior that is positive, but possibly misunderstood by “normals.”

I thought that this type of consideration was just a way of indulging romantic nuance behavior – so I guess that they are saying that romance is neurotypical?

Who are those emotionaly critical analysts?

Monoculturalists?”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States

And Forget About Sleeping In

Even if she could sneak past using the bathroom without signaling the dogs to start barking to be let out, kids running, parents vacuuming, laughing and then cussing at 8am – basically literally hitting their ground running and living fully in pounding life colors tromping onto one’s ceiling and into walls surrounding – are guaranteed to get the cat yowling and dogs demanding why they have not yet been included from that family’s clomps of being let out, yet.

A Woman's Plight

What’s It Worth?

Yesterday, she used the on-site laundry again.

Which required much effort of in lifting and carrying as her joints and spine ground and compressed in bearing offset weight across distance, finding that darn code again, uneven terrain tripping, forgetting the basket and having to go back home again, etc.

Under time pressure, yet troubleshooting and determined to get cleaned in time the one basketful of clothes that she relied upon.

Before work, and in need.

Money and time spent later, she returned to retrieve her clothes and fly off to work – but the dryer setting had switched itself to no heat.

She had to shove the still wet, now heavier clothes into the basket and drive off to work with them.

Where they musted in the hot car all day.

Now her clothes are mildewed – and she’s out of money, soap, and solutions.

Altered States, Philosophy, Society

Living, In It

“Somewhere between the cogs of the machine with its greasy, gritty, tarlike oil builtup stale and rusty-dusty from the tears of so many generations before us as its gears grind onward, hungrily waiting for each one of us to slip and fall to our own demise of being dragged under and ground up as grisled lubricant while life gets compressed and squeezed out of us…

Somewhere in this hellish mockery of an “advanced civilization,” we must learn at first how to just merely survive, and then, if we figure out how to generally predict the system’s patterns and practice how dodging and weaving to avoid succumbing, we can – despite being unwilling victims – thrive.”