A DAY FOR REFLECTION

I often hear people refer to certain days as days for reflection. I think that the human condition merits reflection every single day should carry a period of reflection. Each day carries 24 hours and only 8 are spent sleeping, not in all cases. At the end of the week we have at least 90 hours we can reflect upon. I'm not suggesting that you grab a notebook and make notes on everything you've done, but using the mind to process a moment in time is a good way to spend idle time. I see Sundays as a good time to do some reflection.

I don't stop to reflect over a 112 hour period, but rather about times that have meant something. I sometimes think of days that shaped me, like my days as a youngster in elementary school. I remember the first time I asked a girl out, what a day. I asked this girl if she wanted to be my girlfriend, she said maybe an never anything again. I know that this girl liked me, if she didn't she wouldn't have been such a bitch.

Today is the Sunday I shall take to reflect on why some women are so fucking difficult. The way a woman reacts to you at an early age is a great indicator of how she will react in the future. If a girl says something and acts all weird later, she will play with you. If a girl says something and kicks your testicles, that girl will be the devil without the Prada.


Women are fascinating creations that make this world a better and more interesting place, that's why I love and respect all of them, except for Nancy Grace because I'm sure she hides a penis and testicles. Okay, I have reflected today and I hope I shall be a cleaner and better spirit for it. The chances are likely I'll still be tomorrow, comforting thought, for me at least.

THE STORY OF THE BIG FAT CAT

There was once a big fat cat that started life as a little kitten. The kitten was quiet, often afraid and alone in the world. As the kitten grew he became angry and chose to become a user of other cats. As he embraced cat manhood he started to put together a business, the business was Casa de Los Gatos. The cat married and had little kittens, but he did not know real love.

While his wife was dedicating herself to him, he trapped her in the golden liter box and forced her to witness his lust for female kitty cats. He often paid cat mothers to sell their virgin daughters to him. The cat sex was often to intense since he had a cat penis implant. This fat cat was not a good cat, his suffering as a kitten did not teach him a lesson. Ultimately the fat cat's wife died and while he continued to spray his disgusting cat sperm everywhere, his children destroyed the Casa De Los Gatos. 

The cat would live on, unhappy and unable to forget the evil he had spread over the years. This cat had allowed his money to become a vehicle for evil and hatred. One day when he was alone and hallucinating he had a visitor, the visitor was death. The cat and death spoke and the conversation was disturbing.

CAT: Death?

DEATH: Yes.

CAT: Have you come for me?

DEATH: No.

CAT: Why not?

DEATH: You hurt many.

CAT: Who?

DEATH: You know who.

CAT: When will I die?

DEATH: A decision for the cosmos.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will suffer.

CAT: Why?

DEATH: Time is the worst punishment.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will live to let your mind make you suffer, until you can suffer no more. I will take my leave.

CAT: Please take me, please.

The cat lived on for may more years and as he continued to remember all the damage he did, he suffered more and more. The cat's children would die as would his beloved business. The cat would grow older and older and die slowly. The lesson here is that no matter what, or who you are in life, you don't have the right to make others suffer.

LAUGHTER

I never really stopped to realize that laughter is actually powerful enough to enrich a person's life. As a child my life was pretty rich with laughter that came from fairly simple sources. I used to love watching Looney Tunes every Saturday and Sunday morning and Different Strokes during the week. Those brief minutes of laughter made me feel overjoyed. I had periods when listening to laughter or being the reason for it also made me feel like life was a pretty awesome proposition.

As I grew older laughter became an academic reaction of sorts, like a twitch. I stopped valuing laughter because I slowly realized that laughter can be lined with evil, sarcasm, sadness, frustration and madness. I went from a simplistic child's view to the jaded view of an adult whose life was full of ups and downs. I never realized that those moments of happiness came from allowing myself the chance to laugh freely and without worry.

It took me a while but then as I started to once again watch black and white television I came to the realization that a good laugh can go as far as restoring a period of self confidence that you can lose during the day. It was incredible to think that by laughing at something fairly clean and simple I could actually turn my days around. We take laughter for granted and even call it a waste of time but what we are really saying is that we have forgotten to be free and comfortable during times that call for relaxation and levity. Next time you want to control your laughter think little and let go. Life is too short for us to stay straight faced and unhappy on a consistent basis.