Gathering my thoughts from the scatterings of the weekend…
A thought of transformation.
So of course it happened exactly how it was predicted! I had an appointment at hairdresser’s, remember? And I said it’s gonna be a disaster and I shall not be in a kind mood afterwards. Funny things about these appointments. You always think, they can perform miracles there. And make you not only feel, but also look a million dollars…and you also have this intuitive feeling deep inside, that you’re not gonna like what they’ll do to you. Yet still you’d trample down the hesitation deeper, plug your ears to shut your mind’s voice and lay yourself under the knife (well, in my case – scissors) on the altar of unpredicted transformation.
I often wonder why for some people once they feel the need to change, it is either Big Change or No Change? Why couldn’t I be satisfied with some little trimming of a fringe or else, something that I can do myself and even my hb won’t notice…but no: instead I aim for the dramatic transformation, which, I must admit, never happens just because I do it so very often that there are only so very little options available. Anyway, all I wanted to rant about was that I’ve had a new haircut and that I don’t like it. And that’s the reason for my not so good mood.
A thought of Time.
We have it. Each of us has own time to manage, to live through. And then we find slots, time to “spare” for others. So if we manage our own time well, we will have more left to share with others. Or, is it the other way round: if we give away our time to anybody who comes along and asks, we might end up without having time for our own life. Or maybe it all depends on what is more important to any of us on individual level. Time for self or time for others. How well you organised? How much time do you have to share? Or how much time do you wish to share?
A thought of words in mathematical sense.
We say what we don’t want to say. We don’t say what we want to say. Mathematically there are eight words in this sentence and 40320 combinations of putting them together. Only few would make sense. The rest is meaningless gibberish. In linguistic sense. But just the thought of all those other possibilities is mind blowing! ;-)
A thought of transformation.
So of course it happened exactly how it was predicted! I had an appointment at hairdresser’s, remember? And I said it’s gonna be a disaster and I shall not be in a kind mood afterwards. Funny things about these appointments. You always think, they can perform miracles there. And make you not only feel, but also look a million dollars…and you also have this intuitive feeling deep inside, that you’re not gonna like what they’ll do to you. Yet still you’d trample down the hesitation deeper, plug your ears to shut your mind’s voice and lay yourself under the knife (well, in my case – scissors) on the altar of unpredicted transformation.
I often wonder why for some people once they feel the need to change, it is either Big Change or No Change? Why couldn’t I be satisfied with some little trimming of a fringe or else, something that I can do myself and even my hb won’t notice…but no: instead I aim for the dramatic transformation, which, I must admit, never happens just because I do it so very often that there are only so very little options available. Anyway, all I wanted to rant about was that I’ve had a new haircut and that I don’t like it. And that’s the reason for my not so good mood.
A thought of Time.
We have it. Each of us has own time to manage, to live through. And then we find slots, time to “spare” for others. So if we manage our own time well, we will have more left to share with others. Or, is it the other way round: if we give away our time to anybody who comes along and asks, we might end up without having time for our own life. Or maybe it all depends on what is more important to any of us on individual level. Time for self or time for others. How well you organised? How much time do you have to share? Or how much time do you wish to share?
A thought of words in mathematical sense.
We say what we don’t want to say. We don’t say what we want to say. Mathematically there are eight words in this sentence and 40320 combinations of putting them together. Only few would make sense. The rest is meaningless gibberish. In linguistic sense. But just the thought of all those other possibilities is mind blowing! ;-)