I should write a normal post that has zero mentions of old cameras, infantile art, futile code or pages in the internet that no-one even asked and no cracking jokes that actually aren't that funny.
Just a post about my everyday life. Where I've been, what I'm wearing and what have I eaten. Obviously, as I'm usually sitting in front of my computer when I write posts to Hive, I am wearing my fart sweat pants and I'm too lazy to lie about that. Actually I think, people who do not wear their version of fart pants, clothes that are comfy and cozy because the fabric is elastic, old and worn out, which they most probably wouldn't wear anywhere else unless it's just taking the trash out, might be sociopaths or psychopaths. And I'm not saying that it has to be old sweat pants. It can be anything that most people would think is not something they would wear in front of other people than their close family.
So that's what I'm wearing. Obviously of course something else too, not just sweat pants but I'll reveal that in some other post. Wouldn't want to use all my writing ideas in one post.
What have I eaten? Well, anything else than fast food. McDonald's hamburgers taste terrible. Absolutely horrible. Can't eat them. The only thing I like in McDonald's is the pepper fries which, I've heard apparently aren't a world wide thing and only an occasional thing here also. The regular fries are okay, edible, if you have no other choice, but the pepper fries are awesome. Although I can't remember when I've last eaten them.
I already wrote about this subject (trams, the independence day) in one of my previous posts so I'm just going to write here that I've already written about this subject in one of my previous post but I just wanted to share this similar photo with you that's in the comment section of that particular post.
Phew!
I'm browsing through my photo folders and posting photos that I've taken, mostly for no reason and usually no intent of ever publishing them but what I've thought at that time that it might be cool and now that I'm looking at them the second or third time, I'm thinking that these really don't add any value to my post but since the starting level is below zero on a scale from one to ten then I think it's okay for me to publish these kind of snapshots and try saying what I just wrote out loud without any pauses. Until the period.
Aaaaaaaaaand breathe.
I'm going back in time with my photos. And I found stuff that I did have the intention to publish here at some point but forgot. For instance the memorial Pyynikki Circuit run. At some point is now.
I have lots of stuff that I think I'm going to do later. "I'm just going to do this one thing before it. And this other one thing. And this thrid one thing. And..."
So my plans of reporting to all you about where I've been and what have I done usually are just that. Plans. Not that I feel that I should report my goings and beings to anyone, but it sure would be nice to get things done right away and never think about the things that I should do, again. Because the to do list would be empty. Or shorter at least.
But I don't know, unexpected things also could happen. Things that would clear my to do list. Not that I have a touchable to do list, only in my head, and I obviously am not taking it that seriously, but then again I do mention it quite often and the fact that I can't get things done faster and that that bugs me.
But sure, things could happen. Like the world could end or something not so dramatic like... um... I don't know, I could wake up with a yellow beard and although that would be really weird in so many ways, it actually would not clear my to do list but I could use that as an excuse like if someone invites you to place you really do not want to go because of the place or because of the people who you would meet there and you're panicking because you're all out of valid sounding excuses and your brain just echoes with emptiness and seconds go by and you're like... um... I can't say my leg is broken because they can see that it's not, how about that I have no legs and I can't walk with hands but no, that's not a good excuse either, how about I have no clothes but then they would just say that they would lend me... um... what could it be... what can I say... say something, say something... "I'm going to change my name!"
And you realize that that also isn't a valid excuse. It's just the last sentence of your plan that your brain managed to invent instead of a valid excuse or a sentence that would buy you more time like: "I have to check my calendar and I'll get back to you". That plan that when you get rid of the person asking you the difficult question, you will sell everything you own, move to another country and change your name.
So your brain sees the damage and all you can hear is it chanting: "Weird stupid stupid stupid weird awkward idiot weird stupid stupid stupid.
Yeah.
Motorcycles are fun. Old ones especially.
And old cars. Beautiful. They have character. In them.
That's it folks! I tried normal and this is what came out. Pretty normal. Normal by my standards. And I didn't even know that I have any! Standards.