Lately I have been trying to reduce my salt intake, and I am struggling a bit. It has been a few years now since I have quit smoking, so I should be able to quit salt— after all, salt is not as addictive as nicotine. Right?
I am currently trying to use less salt by using chopped onions, freshly minced garlic, peppers etc instead of salt.
So far it is not that difficult, but I miss my salt.
I have wondered many times why am I here? Why was I born?
Could it be that I am here for no reason at all, that I was simply the product of two persons making love? Could it be that I have no purpose or task?
I want to believe that everybody is here for a reason.
Many people have died and they did not leave something behind other then their possessions. They simply lived and procreated. They did not have a “special task” that set them apart from millions of other people.
Could it be that only a few people are here for a reason, as part of a “greater plan” and the rest of us are just bystanders?
Why not?
Woman is 30, man is 20.
Or woman 40, man is 28
Or woman is 50, man is 30
Or woman is 65, man is 40
What about woman 80, man is 50…
What about what what what…
Men have been dating and marrying women 20, 30 years younger than themselves for a long time, and it was frowned upon for 5 seconds and then accepted. But what about women dating men younger than themselves? What about women dating and marrying men who are decades younger than themselves?
Is it more acceptable for a man to date and marry a woman who is for example 15 years younger than him, than it is for say example a 50 year old woman to date and marry a 30/25/even 20 year old male?
Why do I blog?
Blogging is a way for me to express my thoughts. I know there are many other ways “to express my thoughts,” but blogging is a convenient way to do just that.
Blogging is also a way for me to share. If you do not want to read my stuff, then you simply click away or close the tab/window/switch off your computer/mobile phone/tablet/laptop/BlackBerry/Tablet/whatever-I-Do-Not-Know.
LOUD
WHITE
NOISE
It has nothing to do with race or skin color, so if you are having that idea, just drop it and run away.
White noise for me is the noise that everybody hears everyday and every night without even realizing it anymore.
Not only the noise of the air conditioners and the trains and the highways and the airports and the office machines and the parking lots and the domestic disputes and the gun shots and the church choirs and the rain and whatever, but also the sound of love and poetry and diarrhea and autumn leaves falling and beer bottles clanging and orgasms exploding… The sounds and movements just around us these days.
I blog to express my feelings and thoughts about the noise of everyday life.
