Sour Particles

Everyone has their motives, people raise their hands and answer questions to get candies. Motivation is the reason why most things get done. But I guess sometimes it hard to figure out what the motives are, let alone whether they are good or bad.

I don't think anyone will figure out on their own what this photo is. But that doesn't matter because I know, and knowing is half the battle, or so I was taught when I was younger by cartoons. It's kind of hard for me to come to terms with how much has happened since then, since I was what I now consider as "young," check back in twenty years for a post referring to myself as young currently. Anyways, the TV had a dial, VCRs and stereos ate your favorite tapes for lunch, and nothing besides how the answering machine you just took apart worked internally was complicated. Or maybe that's an over simplification of it. But it sure feels that way sometimes.

I was out of food, so I went to the grocery store. I've never had Pabst Blue Ribbon, but I figured I would try something new.

I was cleaning my room up a bit looking for a key that I figured was in the room somewhere. Finally I gave up and guess what? The key was not even in the room, so I was less motivated to organize it since it was clearly in a way organized, had the key been in the room, I would have found it long ago. I also did some laundry, especially towels. Found the solarcaine too, that wasn't in my room either, but I knew exactly where it was. Last time that stuff was needed was back in May.