How To Kill Time

I had time to kill today waiting for the doctor...who surprisingly was running late.

So, to comfort myself, I decided to think of other things, but very quickly I backed up and began to wonder if I was thinking of anything at all. And then I backed up some more and starting mulling over whether I was actually wondering about actually thinking about anything at all.

I pondered this awhile…and then a vision came to me, and I began to consider just how different my life would be if, long before I was born, I had this relative who was walking through town with his mother and fell down an open manhole after shouting, “Hey Ma, watch me fall down an open manhole.”...

...after which, he was unanimously named "Dumbest Person in the County,” the award being created specifically because of him...by his mother.

So, how would would my life be, know I came from a lineage that dumb?

Just then, the the doctor called my name and I had to go.

Guess I'll never know.

I'll tell you, killing time is exhausting.

A wish for famous 'Apocalypse Now' line

You know the one: I love the smell of napalm...

Well, even if they quote or show more of it including the part about 'the smell, that gasoline smell...' they always leave out his final line.

After he says: It smells like victory...

he pauses a moment, then says: someday this war's gonna end...
...and with a small nod, he stands and leaves.

It just humanizes the man so much, adds such a depth. He's out there but not THAT out there. No matter how much he displays his maccho bravado and will walk through his time there without a scratch, he wants it to end, too.

Such a great end to that, such great, great writing, but alas, lost in the 'greatest hit' of napalm smelling like victory line.

Such is life.