What the inside of my apathetic mind looks like.
I love apathy. Nothing makes my life easier than being around apathetic people. There’s no pressure to conform to a pattern of behavior that matches someone else’s fiercely held values. I can relax, be myself, and live in peace.
Some parts of this world are run by religious fanatics. If you live there, you have to put on a display of faith and devotion so some God-loving asshole doesn’t string you up from a tall tree. What a pain in the neck.
Or, consider the plight of the Palestinians. Jewish settlers strongly believe God has promised them their land. So these poor bastards find themselves displaced and occupied by a hostile force of religious zealots.
And then there are all the fervent Communists and anti-Communists who have been killing each for more than a hundred years, over a political and economic ideal. Their goal of utopia seems to require slaughtering anyone who gets in their way. Which are generally other fanatics and extremists.
I have no problem with people who hold strong convictions. I just want them to be apathetic about it. In other words, I want them to keep their strong convictions cooled down to the point where they won’t try to force others, like me, to go along.
I think apathy is healthy, so I try to be as apathetic as I want others to be. I’ve found it keeps me out of trouble. It also gives me a good out. The things I feel strongly about today may be very different from my convictions in the future. If I’ve committed myself to aggressively pushing my agenda upon others, how can I save face when I want to change my agenda? Hell, I’d feel sheepish if people were asking me why I was no longer trying to convert them.
I’m really trying hard to convince you of the merits of apathy. But then I think, So what? Who cares? What’s it to me? Why should I care if you’re apathetic or not?
I sure hope you’re thinking the same thing about me.
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Chasing Unicorns 
I have no motivation to write a thoughtful comment, and I never have, as evidenced by the types of comments I have left n the past…
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Then I think it’s best you don’t write a thoughtful comment. Then again, it would be okay if you did. But it doesn’t matter.
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I am the master at leaving comments that require no thought, on my part or the readers…
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You do seem particularly skilled at that. You must have put a lot of thought into developing that skill.
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it’s actually a gift, butt I take it for granted…
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Wait a minute……you leave comments/questions that require me to think!
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think or smack your forehead – it’s a fine line… 🙂
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Haha!! Yes, a very fine line!
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Whatever! 🙂
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Yeah, no big deal.
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So if you are apathetic about everything then you really don’t care what Kay makes for supper, right? She could make you some roadkill casserole and it would be fine. 🙂
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Might be yummy! Squirrel? Racoon? Groundhog? Cat? Rabbit?
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Oooh gosh! Yummy is not the word I was thinking! And Cat? How can you say Cat? Dewey would not be happy with you!
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But Odessa might find it tasty.
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Not cat!
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Wasn’t she tempted a few times to sample a piece of Dewey?
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I take it that Odessa is your dog and Dewey is your cat?
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They’re characters in a book she co-authored.
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Yeah. I forgot about that.
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Here’s your answer:
https://meandray.com/2020/09/06/im-a-hoot/
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I see that you got your answers. 🙂
Dewey is my one and only cat. I have no real cats, just dogs.
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How many doggies?
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We had 4 at one time but now just 2. A Yorkie and a Sheltie.
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BABIES!!! ❤
We’ve had a Chocolate Lab and a Goldie. Both were HUGE. They passed some time ago. Now, it’s just a 20lb Ginger Hemingway.
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I have a preference for armadillos, but unfortunately they don’t have any in California.
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Move to Texas?
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I lived there once, and saw the vast armadillo graveyard that adorns the shoulders of that state’s highways. No doubt you did, too. The crows and vultures seemed to like them a lot, so maybe they taste good.
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Shoulders? They sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air. 😄
I had a neighbor that had been in our subdivision since it began. He talked about the armadillo invasion. The fresh builds stirred up a local population, according to him. He said they would tear up his newly seeded yard so he was shotgunning them out of his backdoor. He described them exploding into pieces.
Another thing that gets stirred up with new construction is scorpions. A new bus stop/rail station was built a few miles from our neighborhood (Jason knows the one I am talking about). When it opened, there were scorpions all over the place. I was sitting on a limestone wall/seat with others waiting for the bus and one of those things crawled up on the wall and sat down beside of me. I nearly s***! He looked like he was waiting for the bus like the rest of us. I moved…quickly. OY! 😳😖🦂
Yep. No armadillo emojis…
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Your neighbor shouldn’t have used a shotgun. You eat them like that and you’re spitting out BBs with every bite.
I lived in an underground log cabin once, with scorpion nests in the walls. They would disturb my sleep with their nocturnal movements. One night I got out of bed and apparently stepped on one, because it stung my foot. Hurt like the dickens for a few hours, but never swelled up or anything.
They must create an armadillo emoji.
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He never mentioned eating them…just the target practice.
You lived…in an underground log cabin…with scorpion nests in the walls… I’m not sure what I’m having more trouble with…an underground log cabin that is a bizarre oxymoron in and of itself, or…actively choosing to live in such a place with scorpion nests, disturbed sleep and being stung. I just have to ask…why??? scratching head
I had co-workers talking about having scorpions get into their homes and a few talked about being stung on the toilet??? Private parts DO swell up…according to them.
Phone app Messenger has an armadillo emoji…but, that doesn’t help me here. My phone’s in-house keyboard emojis…no dice. I must protest.
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I guess it was more like a dugout cabin, but its walls were lined with peeler logs. It was my Walden experience. Here’s a link to a post I wrote about it:
https://wp.me/p79WRP-1ql
Your coworkers might want to turn on the light before using the toilet. Then they will notice little creepy crawlers that might be on the seat.
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Ah. I understand, now. Everyone has their own quest. Do I see red hair?
Kudos to you for roughing it. Do you still own the three acres in the Mojave?
I’ve heard about the rabbit screams. I had a maternal uncle that raised them. Predators grab them by the throat. I would imagine that they don’t like the screaming, either.
By the time I went thru school, they didn’t teach how to manage money. We got typing, sex education (what they called physical science), some home economics, their version of world history, their version of US history, grammar, Spanish, French, Latin, Bible studies, geometry for shooting pool, algebra for construction, Trig & Pre-Calc for…IDK what they are for, honestly…, fashion merchandising, shop still existed, graphics (photography, printing press, t-shirt screenprinting, comic book art), marching band, cheerleading, chorus, a pageant (that I was in), musicals and, of course, sports. I didn’t get economics until college and it was all babble and theory. Needless to say, I am a big advocate for homeschooling.
Beautiful pictures. I grew up on my maternal GM’s small farm. There was still a functioning outhouse on the property but, indoor plumbing was installed when my mom was about 16. My GM raised five children in an 1100 ft. cinder block house. I still dream of that place. My mom and her brothers sold the property about five years ago to the huge retirement home/nursing home conglomeration that sprang up behind the property (and aggravated my GM for years trying to get her to sell). Everything has been leveled…100 year old Pecan tree, giant Magnolia, 75 year old Black Walnut tree, Pear tree, Peach tree, Cherry tree, Granny Smith apple tree, grape vines, Rose of Sharon bushes, 80 year old Elm…all gone.
The co-workers all had basically the same story. They didn’t know the scorpion was there as they liked to hide under the seat.
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No, I sold those 3 acres when I left. Now I’m on less than a half acre, with a modern home. Still, I miss the old place.
That’s quite a laundry list of courses. I remember that girls took home ec and boys took shop. I kind of envied the girls, because I wanted to learn how to cook. In shop I learned how to make an ashtray and a book holder.
That sounds like a wonderful place to grow up, with all those old trees. I like old places.
Ah, those scorpions are sneaky. That’s never happened to me, but I can imagine how surprising it must be for some.
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I see your reading comprehension skills are a little rusty this morning. Remember, I said that I have no problem with people who hold strong convictions. I just don’t want them to force them on others.
Therefore I will not try to force mac and cheese on you, nor would I want Kay to force roadkill casserole upon me. But if that’s what she wants to make for dinner, that’s fine. I just hope she’ll behave apathetically when I refuse to eat it.
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My resding comprehension is fine. I think I will tell Kay to fix some roadkill for you, and I will make spaghetti. 🙂
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Resding skills?
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…mmm…!
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I don’t doubt it. You’re the best resdinger I’ve ever met. And roadkill and spaghetti sometimes look very similar. Bon apetit.
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😛
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More YUCK…
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Resding comprehension is fine. Writing comprehension, not so much.
But, I don’t care…
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Yeah, whut the helll.
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“Funnny!”
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😁
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Haha!
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😁
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Um…yuck…
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I’d been intending to leave a witty comment, but… you know…
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Oh what the hell, that’s alright.
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I am more agnostically apathetic as is am not totally certain that there is something that I don’t care that much about. Or maybe I am a pathetic, who knows? So, ignorantly agnostically apathetic, that’s me.
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“…as is am…” I see JR has rubbed off on you. 😉
I’m apathetically agnostic.
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Heyyy….what, now I am to blame for the typos that others make?? I protest that! 😛
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😂
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I had a hard time following this theological explanation, but given my level of apathy, I might not have applied myself very much.
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I’m really not apathetic. I just don’t give a s***.
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No, you didn’t give it. Instead you hid it with asterisks.
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I try not to openly curse on someone else’s blog. I curse like a sailor on my own.
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Any and all cursing is allowed, even encouraged, on this blog. It adds spice.
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Oh poo! 😝
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FUCK! I guess I should have delved into your TOS, huh?
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Absolutely. Whatever a TOS is.
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Terms of Service.
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Gotcha.
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You really need to to convert to coffee and wine though. If you don’t, there could be big trouble. BIG trouble.
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The two do seem to go together. Because if I had to drink coffee, I would whine.
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Bahaha! See it works. Then the wine would calm down your whine.
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Hmm, so this is what is meant by drowning one’s sorrows.
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Yes! You’re learning old grasshopper…
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You got the OLD part right! But remember he is a Duck! 😄
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What?!!!!! Quack!!!!
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Ohhh that’s right. He’s an old quack!
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YUP!
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Pft.
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I think you forgot a letter!
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Pfft.
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Qua-a-a-a-ck!
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Perfected
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