Is there an opposite side to everything? An antonym? A reversed thing? Like minus and plus. Something coming to you or going away from you. Sleeping or not sleeping. Tolerate or ban. Being born or dying. If there is, how do I know if it really is the opposite side? It could be just a little bit off. Not the same thing, but not quite the opposite either.
So much to think about.
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I'm here all alone in my precious bubble. Thoughts coming my way, me trying to avoid them the best I can but they still keep coming. Inside the bubble. My bubble. Thoughts bouncing around from the surface of the bubble that I've built with my own two hands. Tolerance barrier. Keeping away the things that make me sick. Things that I'm intolerant. The surface that I try to make stronger every day just by breathing. Choosing what I like, what I believe. Patching the thinner spots. Adding spit and hair. Sticky notes. Adhesive thoughts. Assumptions, imagination. Like a proper MacGyver. Using what I have.
Avoiding things. Hard things. And easy things too. Sometimes tolerating very little, sometimes picking suitable things with a larger tolerance.
Where are the instructions to life? Where here does it say where I'm supposed to go? What I am supposed to do? When and with who? What am I going to say to people? How do I know what is their tolerance limit? How much ±? And most of all, what am I going to wear when I go out of my bubble? And most, most, MOST importantly, does my bum look big in it?
Where am I?
I just have to follow the instructions given to me. Reeeeeaaaaallyyyyy carefully and precisely. So that no-one accidentally gets angry with me. I'd hate to do or say things that people misunderstand and because I didn't know how much they can take. How much do they ultimately tolerate me trying out things in life. What is wrong, what is right. What is suitable and what is not. What do people tolerate?
Wait a minute... Which way is up?
When I do something, I have to know which direction to go to. And how far can I go. So confusing.
The only way is up. Baby. Perhaps I should just start doing stuff and if it's not acceptable or if it's totally wrong, I'll just do the opposite.
But then I have to know if there is an opposite thing for everything. Or at least for the the stuff that I do.
Perhaps I can think about it like mathematics. + and - are on the opposite sides, and 0, nothing is in the middle. Simple! Okay so if I smile to someone and that person doesn't like it, I'll just stop smiling. That's a zero. And if that's not enough, I'll try my best to frown or look sad or angry or whatever it's called that's the opposite of smiling. Same thing with walking towards people. Towards, a plus, just standing still, zero, and running away, minus. We'll maybe that's a bit to much. Running. Unless it's a mugger. Then running away must be the plus thingy, standing still on the minus side and going towards the mugger a double negative.
But wait! Isn't double negative a plus?
Perhaps we (I) shouldn't think about walking towards a mugger. I mean, nobody's that stupid so we can forget about that ever happening. Right?
Were was I?
Logic.
Opposite sides.
Tolerance.
If I after one day think that I should have not gotten out of bed at all, I can just do the opposite thing and stay in bed the next day. So that's a minus. Or is it a zero because not doing anything usually is a zero and doing the opposite in this case would be digging deeper in to the bed. But that's pretty hard. Impossible I should say. But then again, not as hard as the halfway of staying and rising. So digging under the covers it is. A minus in an extroverts mind, but a big plus in an introverts tiny world.
"Oh! Hello there! Very nice to meet you and are you interested in... oh... you didn't mean me? Oh, okay then. Never mind. Didn't wave at you anyway... Didn't want to talk to you either. Actually, could you just walk away faster? That would be superb. A big triple plus in my head that is. Run if you can."
Fuuuuuuck.
Tolerance ±0 it is then.
Wouldn't have tolerated you anyway.
So it's back to business. I just have to find the correct formula to this all. Life. And no decimals in doing stuff. Just exact numbers.
If there is nothing, and something is born, it's a plus. Then if that dies, it's minus and were back to nothing. Zero. But if there's nothing, can a minus thingy happen to that nothingness? Can it go to sub zero so that to be again nothing, it requires an equal amount of two times that negative thing to be born, so that at least one thing is born? If being born is arranging some of the matter in the universe the certain way, and dying is rearranging that matter, then dying when nothing has been born, is... antimatter?
Do you follow me?
No, I don't mean to death or making something born, but my thoughts? Or the process of it?
Is the opposite of being born dying or just not being born? Is the opposite of dying being born or just not dying? If the opposite of being born is dying, then not being born and not dying must be the zero we talked about. Or I talked about. Wrote about. If being born and dying are on the same line, only in the opposite sides, and both have a zero in the middle, then not being born equals not dying. Right? So to achieve immortality, one just needs to not be born. Ever. Simple!
But.
If one has already been born, then you just can't reverse things and unborn yourself. It's not the same thing as dying. Dying is continuing the path you are on, unborning yourself would be turning time back, and as I and Stephen Hawking know, time traveling isn't possible. I'm going to do a similar thing he did, I'm not going to invite you to my birthday party as I'm an introvert, but I am going to say that you should congratulate me on my birthday around midsummer 2019. And as you didn't, it is now double proved that time travelling isn't possible.
Yes, I live in a bubble and in that bubble I have as many followers as Stephen Hawking has.
I said it so it makes it true.
Doesn't' matter what you think.
If you don't believe me, you are antimatter to me.
That's how much I tolerate.
My assumptions are correct because I said so. Wrote so. Black and white. And you saw it and it can't be unseen anymore. Time travel is not possible.
No, you can't unsee it by scratching your eyeballs.
If you try that, eventually your eyeballs will bleed.
Trust me, I know.
And I said wrote it, so it's true. Or do you want to be antimatter to me?
Life is made out of moss, sand, eggs, grinding, markers, blueberries, pain and tortured souls.
It's the rhyme, what are little girls / boys made of?
Dragons, blood, circles, dust, googlyeyes, push ups, tinfoil and flesh eating flowers.
Trust me, that's how it goes.
And countless repetitions of the same exact thing. Get up, feed the cats, put on clothes, coffee, brush your teeth, shit, work, eat, talk, walk, shit, coffee, home, eat, take off clothes, brush your teeth, feed the cats, go to sleep, fart.
And maybe, just maybe, on one extra peculiar day, you have just enough time to write something to Steem. Perhaps some thoughts or go through some of your photos. Maybe even participate on some writing thing. And you get 10 cents for that and although you know it's just a drop in the ocean, you're like: "Wow! One... Two... Eleven people saw the tittle I wrote and decided to upvote me and perhaps one of those looked through the photos I had in that post. Me happy!"
Perhaps I should write a second post some day!
Back to life. It's opposite sides. Pluses, zeros and minuses.
If dying isn't the opposite of being born, then the opposite of dying is living (not dying). The zero on that line would be a little bit of both, dying and living. A living dead. Right? And if the opposite of birth is unbirth (not being born, but taking out something and leaving a void), then zero, the middle ground would be living unborn. Right? Is there a word for the opposite thing of being born? Unborning? Uh, none that I know of. So unbirth / unborning it is. No movies about this concept. (That I know of...)
Let's look at that in a table:
The concept, not the movies that do not exists.
| + | 0 | - |
|---|---|---|
| life | living dead | death |
| birth | living unborn | unbirth |
That means that there are people who have been born, aren't dead, but aren't living either. And that there are people who live but were never born. Weird if that is happening longer than about 9 months. Like 9 years. Or 90 years.
I guess that's not a good movie plot. Or could be in my bubble, but not in the eyes of most people. But it could be if I just get the right peoples attention. So far living dead has been a bit more entertaining subject.
Is that a good movie tittle?
A bit 60's going on there.
Comic. There has to be a comic.
I bet if done properly, it could get enough attention so that some fanatic religious group would want to ban that movie.
"Ban Unborn movie!"
"Enough is enough!"
"We do not tolerate!"
"Unborn is sacrilegious"!
I told you your eyes would bleed if you would try to unsee things you saw.
But you didn't believe me.
Now why didn't you believe me?
It is in your brain now.
Can't unsee it.
Can't scratch your brain.
| I should be going. Is there more in life than the earthly crap you leave behind? Memories that other people hold dearly or in some cases, try desperately to forget? What's with that anyway? In hundred years and couple more, the people who remembered you, who were remembered by someone else, who where remembered by someone else, are all gone. Memories vanished. Gone and forgotten. Thoughts in brain cells not living, not dead. Just unexisting. |
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Earthly possessions.
Butt roller.
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.
.
AAAAAAAAHAHAHA!
Butt roller.
If that isn't hilarious in your mind, I don't know what is.
Are you one of those intolerant people?
Who just have very little tolerance about anything.
Are your favorite letters B, A and N?
I'm not like that at all. Although I said so in the beginning of this post. That I don't tolerate things. I do actually. Until I don't. For certain things I have no tolerance at all. Like intolerance. That I don't tolerate. And too much pain. Can't stand that. Or poisonous people. Will not and don't want to endure with awful people. But does that make me intolerant towards those things?
Almost an unrelated thing I'd like point out.
Finns and Estonians should always, I mean always, support each other. Because of our peculiar languages and state of mind. We should do more than tolerate each other. What ever that is. How ever that would work. Anyway, we should do that. I'm sending you dear Estonians, my silent approval of all things.
I just wanted to say that.
Hoping that will get me some EEK. token
And then there's the fact that it really doesn't matter if you are undead smiling tolerating shit, risen from the bed or unborn standing still when the mugger approaches. One thing remains. It's a fact. A constant travel companion. Almost always there. Something between your eyes.
How much do you tolerate?
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