mormon undies

there is so much energy babbling through this body (and mostly bubbling up through the brain and out from the ears and nose and eyes and mouth and wherever) and this space is so sleepy lazy quiet like a dampening field for energy almost all the time so I'll recycle some more commentary cuz i must find a way to bubble over seated and quiet or i'll wake the sleeping roommates (or maybe i am too lazy to be creative or think of something)… powerful forces are stirring beneath the surface and the ripples are starting to clash with the status quo here in this space and waking up here might lead me to see just how long i've been wasting away… scary thought…

z0tl said i need mormon undies…

so i said,

"what makes them mormon undies?...
like do they have more than one hole or something?... "

yeah, pathetic, even if you don't view it through perverse or Freudian eyes (is there a difference?)… but pathetic humor is a cry for help, after all, so come dry my tears with laughter and frolic in the downy sunset with me…

but then I told the story of a few moments at work when i inspired much groaning… you don't believe me?... well just watch:

ok, you think that's a groaner... we threw Jackson a graduation party at work today cuz she got her masters degree and one of the directors wrote "now you can get the big bucks" and I complimented her on her sense of humor, but told Jackson she would probably have a better chance at getting big bucks if she got a hunting license...

much groaning followed...

yeah, ridiculous wit…

would the mormon undies come on mormon girls?... Meg & Dia are from Utah, I wonder if they are mormon… do sisters marry the same person in mormon?... there must be some rules, after all… humans love their rules… incest seems to be a consistent rule, that is no incest… and no murder is often a rule in human cultures, though there seem to be many exceptions… i wonder why there are so many human rules against doing things that cause no harm and, in fact, create pleasure… i mean, i can understand rules against hurting others, but i don't really get the point of most of the other rules… people like control, i guess… and people fear freedom, pleasure, and most everything… it's a wonder we allow ourselves to do anything…

and enter the life of the couch potato… the human potato fits in so well with the fear-filled culture as sitting home watching imaginary lives on TV breaks no rules… no risks, safe life… and add a large and long lazy stream and it's quite nearly the perfect avocation for the modern human… i fell into that mold while working night shift because working night shift is practically perfect for the human who seeks no responsibility, minimal challenge, and much time and excuse for lazy vegetation… moving back to the day shift might take a few years (or more) off this life span, but it is waking me up and helping me realize that i am not a natural couch potato… i like variety and so I bounce around a lot and start bouncing off the walls when i sit around too much…

so while Precious watches hours of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders Show and Rasputin sleeps, I go out to forage for food and bounce around the neighborhood a bit and when i get back home i get shushed cuz Raspy is sleeping and my energy level is just way too high for this vegetable patch abode… and i realize just how well i've been fitting in, chameleon that i am, and wonder just how to evolved back into the bouncy high-energy kid i know myself to be… surrounding myself with other high energy kids is an obvious path, however it is not easy to make new high energy friends when living with lazy, very low-energy people with strong couch potato habits and a life schedule supporting daily vegetation in very messy low-energy place… but they are good people and the only family i've had for many years…

still, the child inside is squashed… and oh so alone… maybe i really do need mormon undies…