Roller-Coasting Through a Monday

Last Mon. I went up to the Owen Sound hospital and took a couple of computer tests and a medical terminology test for a clerk position. I did really well and I pretty much got the job. I just have to go back up on Tues. for a physiacal/movement test. Anyway, right after I left the hospital, I was rear ended by a transport truck. I really came out lucky considering it was a transport truck. The damage wasn't as bad as it could have been and I came out of it with only a little headache and whip-lash. I've heard it was lucky to be pooped on by a bird. I wonder if being hit by a transport truck brings the same luck?

Return 2- Time and Direction

While suffering from my not so uncommon insomnia the other night, I watched some late night talkshow where the host made some joke about a study that suggested that time could move backwards. To be honest I forget the punch line (something about a tv network being back on top again) but the thoughts about time being able to go backards stuck with me. Time can obviously only move in one direction ie. it can't go forwards and backwards at once. But what if it could at one point move forward and later go backwards and then move forwards- like some kind of ball with energy/force going up a hill. It gains energy and moves up this hill with great force and then loses some energy perpelling it down again BUT not reaching it's origianl point. Gaining back it's energy/force by it's down movement, it is propelled again forward- repeating this process again and again. Time must progress but what if the speed of the progression is not always constant? -thus making us go back in time every so often or making momments seem to last forever. This would account for all those crazy deja vu moments and fortune telling. Perhaps even ghosts and the collective memories/ideas. Perhaps this theory can even account for when I can't find my keys and I look eveywhere and turn to the first place that I know I already looked and they are there again. Obviously these shifts in time would not be fully remembered by us consiously- but perharps in the locked up cracks in our minds that leak when we least expect.

Desperate times call for desperate measures

In light of my decreased savings and unhappy borrowing circumstances, yesterday I made a resolution to lower my job standards. I woke up this morning printed off a dozen copies of my resume and headed off into town to paint the fences with my face. Retail or fast-food here I come! The first place I went into was Movie Gallery. I smiled, filled out the application and was interviewed on the spot. Yes it‘s true , I am now the proud owner of a part-time minimum wage job at a movie rental store. Free rentals and privileged pre-viewings- I’m living la viva loca. Oh well, at least I will have some income while I’m trying to find something better.

To be humble, to rid yourself of unhealthy pride is a very important thing. I have to be honest that it was hard for me to come to this point. I would never criticize or demean people who worked in retail or fast-food. I always thought I was great for them, especially if that’s what they enjoyed. I tried so hard to avoid the stigma that being in such a position was bottom rung- especially for people not in high school/college and I believed it or at least I thought I did. For some reason though, I could not bring myself to work at such a place. I think it was my pride. I hate admitting I have been taken in by stratification but it looks that way. Maybe I just have goals that seem far removed from the up-sale world of consumerism. Anyway, I start tomorrow with my new tan pants, polo shirt and under twenty co-workers. At least the phrase “would you like fries with that?” is not involved.

On Being Human

Human nature and the roles we are to play can be a complex thing. We have been created as mediators between this physical realm and the spiritual- one foot in each. Balancing the two is so challenging. Allowing our spiritual to influence our physical is hard enough on it’s own account let alone uniting the two in the opposite direction. With this in mind, it seems so unnatural to die; To separate our physical bodies from our spiritual souls. I’m not trying to suggest a Platonic separation- really I have no idea/clue as to what really happens when we die- I do believe though, that death does separate us in an unnatural way. Product of the fall, we have overtime come to see death as a natural thing. We even go as far as saying that to live forever would be unnatural. The fountain of youth stories- eg. Tuck Everlasting- always conclude that to desire to live forever is a fallacy, a fantasy that if achieved would be unsatisfactory and unnatural. What these stories so often forget/neglect is the spiritual side to things. Why is life so connected to the physical? Oh- but we often say “The spirit lives on.” “Their soul has gone to a better place.” Is it natural for a soul to be without a body? We were created united with our souls. Why would it be natural for us to be separated in the end? Was Christ separated from his body in the end? This leads me to consider a holistic means of living; Attending to both my physical self/surroundings and my spiritual self/surroundings. The two are united in a way that I have not yet fully explored.