Losing Brain Cells

Why is it that some people drink so much and get so wasted, yet they don't think they're drunk at all? Why do people get drunk in the first place? Is it fun to not remember anything you do? Is it so great to get a hangover? I don't understand what's so cool about getting drunk, unless you're the sober one laughing at the inebriated.

Onomatopoeia

Why is it that everyone has their own way of spelling meow, or ruff, or even weirder sounds like when you're at the auto shop and you're trying to communicate to the mechanic the sound your car was making. You might be making weird robot clunking noises and you see on the form/ticket, the mechanic writes, "abnormal sound from transmission." That may be how you write it in Iowa, but I would think it should be spelled, "thud, schllllllllllllunkuptsssss, clug, clug, clug, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, thud." Who is it that formalizes words that represent sounds We say meow but in Spanish, the verb to meow is maullar (pronounced mah-oh-yahr or Mah-oh-zhar). There are a lot of other words that have been formally placed in the dictionary without any input from us common folk who actually use it. Thank goodness we don't have to write them down. I also think my last blog is carrying over into this one, so maybe it's time to find the snooze button on my brain.

Sleepwaking

Some days, late at night, and sometimes even in late afternoon (usually around 16:00 hours) I feel my mind wandering, my consciousness seems to wane and flicker. During those times, my eyelids gain 50 pounds instantly and I am forced to stop, forced to calm down, and forced to breathe, to relax. Visions of sleep beckon me on. My body complies, but my mind fights compliance. Without thinking I think. Trying to force my self to think, I think. Trying to think of nothing, I think of something and that something leads to another something and causes a series of events that, if left unchecked, might disturb the space-time continuum...although it might just make me lose out on more sleep, yet again. Water is more precious than gold to the thirsty traveler, fighting off dry mouth as he or she comes in from a day under the scorching the desert. I envy those who fall asleep quickly. I envy those who stay asleep all night. I envy those who feel refreshed after waking. Yet with more effort to shut off my brain, more effort is spent pushing me back into consciousness. So as I spend my nights thinking of nonsensical, whimsical, and sometimes episcopal topics, I wonder how long until sleep feels charitable enough to take me into its folds and warmth to drift in to that boundary that separates the living from the dreaming. I can almost see it, here it comes...Aaaah!.......zzz........