I’ve just found out that the wife of one of my good friends from highschool is pregnant. His parents still live in the old neighborhood and that’s how I’ve found out.
It was strange seeing his parents so happy, as I’ve always remembered them to be the stern couple that wanted their son to grow up straight, by keeping away crooked friends like myself from him.
Suddenly I noticed that I wasn’t happy. So I picked up a book at the local B&N. I did not buy it, I picked it up, read about half of it, then returned it to the shelf. I don’t quite remember the title, but it was a red and yellow book about Zen and Happiness.
The book had nothing to do about Zen Buddhism. It just took a Zen-ish approach to achieving happiness so that un-happiness would not get in the way of achieving it. Of course. Logically it totally makes sense. If you want to be happy, don’t be unhappy!
Anyways, the book didn’t help me achieve happiness. It actually made me feel worse by reiterating that the unhappiness around me was created by my own unwillingness to be happy. So, it was all my fault after all.
Lately, I’ve been waking in sweat. Usually preceded by a nightmare. Last night’s dream was actually awesome… well if snatching a brand new iPod from the wreckage of a plane crash is cool to you.
This year, the BBC created a April Fool’s joke film about penguins flying. It was pretty well made and the CG was quite convincing. Then it got me thinking, if penguins should even be called “birds” any more.
Someone else’s blog pointed out that a bird that cannot fly is a bird no more. Of course, it was a displaced comment on how he feels that some people are not worthy of their title once they become delinquent inÂ exercising their abilities. This, after seeing a pigeon cross the street by walking instead of flying.
That got me thinking of the age old joke, “Why did the chicken cross the road”? The chicken really didn’t want to get to the other side, she wanted to die.