Thoughts

It's another Monday night. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe you'll watch another episode of wrestling. Maybe you won't. Maybe you'll just sit here idly as time passes by. That's what I typically do. When I'm bored I look at pictures of people I used to be friends with on facebook. I look at their photos, the captions on them, and their inane bullshit statuses. Oh boy, today Betsy started prepping for a 5k run. What is it with 5k runs, and running in general? Do something different for once. Go fishing, go biking, go on a hike. Take a bunch of drugs and just trip for a day doing absolutely nothing. But they won't put that on their facebook, oh no. Employers may be lurking. Even if they don't, or even if the facebook friends do the drugs, they won't post about it. The point is everyone runs, but why? Back in high school we all played sports. THAT is the reason so many of us get fat: we quit the sports that are available to us on a silver platter in high school and--if we are lucky--college. Maybe they do tough mudder. What is Tough Mudder anyway? Just a bunch of bullshit. That's a rhetorical question, I don't even want to know what Tough Mudder is. All I know is that when I've watched my twelfth youtube video of the day, at one point I will have seen before one of these videos an ad for Tough Mudder. My patience runs out too quickly for me to actually sit there and watch the entire ad for the Tough Mudder. It's just some guy with a husky voice speaking with his diaphragm about how we have all come across the country to participate in {click} ad skipped. Ok, everyone, go run your 5ks, your cross countries, your marathons. Keep running them. Keep making yourselves feel better. It works. It's freeing, right? In ways the elliptical never will be. The elliptical is the smart way to workout, you don't bust your knees by the shock of impact that running gives you. It just doesn't happen, and yet you get about the same work out. Or at least that's what the built in calorimeter tells you. My bass guitar is just sitting there. I guess I could play it, but I'd rather just sit here and write. I have run out of things to play on the Bass. Maybe tomorrow I will finally grind that ax and give my bass the one hour practice session it and I deserve. My victory today was going to the Social Security Services building in the lovely town of South Bend and starting the process for a replacement for my social security card. I figured it would be harder than it actually was. I thought I'd need my birth certificate, my driver's license, and maybe even my draft number--which had my social security number on it for verification. Nope, after calling them, I found out all I needed was the driver's license. And that was all I needed. Amazing. Sometimes things aren't as difficult as you might originally think they are.