attention, n.,
concentration of the mental powers
upon an object; a close or careful observing or listening; the ability or power
to concentrate mentally; observant consideration; notice; consideration or
courtesy; a military posture
Do you ever have those days when
it’s quite obvious that you should be paying attention, but for some elusive
reason, you don’t?
Today is one of those days.
Instead of listening to my tutor,
who I’m sure was rattling on about Ideology and Philosophy and our inept
understanding of the American and Australian political systems and something
about pop culture never referring to the class antagonisms of our time,
my mind
was wandering far and wide to the stretches of the universe and back again.
I was thinking about things like
studding my cons and where I should put them (the studs): inside of tongue or
outside of heel.
I had a moment of annoyance while I tried to think of good
puppy names: one that isn’t too generic but also still dorky enough to seem
right.
I imagined being in New Zealand, then Thailand, then anywhere in Africa
and finally in Sweden and decided all these destinations were valid choices so
I’d just have to go to all of them.
I decided against coffee and for tea
because I can never have too many cups of that sweet leafy goodness.
I also realised something quite
profound. Something that made me giggle under my breath and stare longingly outside at the (rare) blue sky:
I eat raisin toast for dinner because I don’t
have much money.
But luckily I am full of life’s
beauty & love & knowledge.
So I’m not poor.
I’m actually very rich when you
think about it.
Yeah.
Sometimes life is what happens when
you aren’t really paying attention.
PEACE & LOVE TO YOU COOL CATS
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