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I haven't been on this board in some time, and while coming back engenders a curious sort of wonderful feeling, it also makes me feel a little sad, because all the threads I had posts in have disappeared.
I used to go through those old threads and read those posts, and reading my words was like hearing from an old friend, and I felt a comfortable feeling reading your words as well.
There are a view videos on Youtube, mostly music, that I listen to often, and to pass the time while the song plays I scroll down to the comments. Every year they get older but they're still there, and when I see them it feels very familiar, because of course it is.
I hope you're doing well John. I've lost all your old letters, and I apologize for that. I would much appreciate another one.
I started this thread. I have trouble letting things go. I wish it would never disappear. It is once again winter.
All good things must come to an end, John.
I recall that I once had a book end. I had two of them, actually... One end looked like the front of a train and the other looked like the caboose. It did not really look like a train was driving through my books, though...
Those book ends were made of wood. I believe that my mother won them at some sort of Christmas raffle one year and thought that I would enjoy them. She gets me little things all the time that are a little off point, but they let me know that she thinks about me...
She worked at that job for a long time. I worked for them twice in different positions. In one position, I stacked phone books into pallets. In the other one, I delivered phone books to homes and businesses... I drove by a mattress shop once doing that. Actually, I may have even delivered their phone book...
They finally closed down the local branch of that company. Nobody really needs phone books anymore, John. It is a world of change that we live in...
It is nice to see that we are still the comfortable same. Thanks.
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Well John, it's almost that time of year again. Fall and winter. My favorite seasons. I live in the north and love the cold weather and of course holidays. How about you John? What do you enjoy about fall and winter?
We are having a warm season for Colorado this year. They say that cold is coming, but you know what they say about "they" anyway, don't you, John? Anyway, my car is due for the rotors to be done. If the weather does get cold, I would like my vehicle to be safe on the ice. I got the brakes changed, but I did not have enough to do the rotors, so I have to wait until the next pay period. I want to get everything taken care of so we are safe.
I should probably get some sturdy shoes for working this winter, also.
Speaking of periods, John, the days sure are short these days. They do not seem to really get going until nine in the morning, and by then, a lot of the day is burned away. The sun sets around five, it seems like. Short days...
I like the cold John, but only because I can spend so much of its season inside. I like filing my newspaper clippings while the radiator fizzes and bangs to life. The pages are dry and some yellow. I am behind on my filing.
I like watching movies in the winter, and writing reviews of them on my index cards.
If I had to be outside all the time I don't think I'd enjoy it, John. I saw a bum outside of the Chinese restaurant around 10:00 PM tonight. I didn't give him any of my change.
I did not have the happiest childhood. Sometimes I feel a deep nostalgia for a history I did not live, and the desire to create that history in my future so I may one day look back upon that time with a nostalgia false no more.
After I wake up, I drink seven hundred and fifty milliliters of water. I then take care of oral hygiene, vacate my bladder and continue onto a shower. Afterwards I eat one bowl of oatmeal, two apples, and a have cup of coffee. I do this every morning.
I'm curious of your routines, John. What do they consist of, and when do they occur?
I usually wake up and sit on the toilet with the shower running while the coffee brews. I'll then fill a mug and sip my coffee while listening to music or watching something on youtube.
In time, I'll pick up whatever trash is around and maybe do a load of laundry (I might do laundry twice or thrice a week) then head for a shower if I didn't take one the night before. After some more music and another cup or two of coffee, I'm off to work.
I wake up at 5 am, take a cold shower, meditate for 10 minutes to clear my mind, drink a lot of water, and sometimes I eat and sometimes I don't, depending on the demands of the rest of the day. Then I take a dump if I couldn't do so before my shower. After that I play with my dog and feed her. At 6:30 I hit the streets and go to work. I take a lot of time on this early morning routine as you can see, but I can't start my day otherwise. I sometimes read the news on the internet, some others I do some exercise, some others I just the previously stated stuff.
Hello John, it snowed today.
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Hello John. It didn't in here.
Who are you quoting?
I'm an American but I put a line through my sevens. What a delicious waste of ink.
What do you do when you want to feel wicked John?
Howdy John, I always appreciate putting a good line under my "1" as well as the little lip that's on the top. I feel like it really distinguishes that it is a "1" rather than a lower-case "L" or the letter "I".
Sincerely, John Smith
How utterly ruthless of you, I really appreciate adding an extra slash of ink through my sevens as well.
I don't put a line through all my zeros but when I filled out deposit slips and sales/labor tracking sheets at my old job, I would always write a zero with a line through it, as pictured, to signify "nothing" as it saved me another pen stroke despite my taking a second to admire it.
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You have always been a moderately productive member of society and have an average track record. How do you do it John? What's your secret?
My secret John, if there's one, is a mix of absolute lack of any passion for what I do, absence of any goals other than remaining in my current way of living, and incredible talent for following the established rules and procedures.
My secret is that I have no secrets. I am a book sitting on a shelf that is both easily seen and easily accessible. Being an open book just seems wasteful. We can always afford to put things back where they found them.
I also try to remember that if it was not me doing it, they could probably get someone else to do it, so I may as well do it and not bother anyone else about it unless I need to or do not feel like doing it. It is always alright to just do enough to get by.
Every day I simply say to myself "get on with it" and that is exactly what I do. I get on with my day and the tasks associated within the 24 hour time period. That is all.
What are you doing Satuday night, John?
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I like your way of thinking, John. Very novel-esque.
We are all going to make it, John.
Thank you for this detailed reply, John. I truly enjoyed reading it.
I'm always researching 3 kinds of things. One I'm open about (my master's thesis), the second I only share with people who are more intelligence, knowledgeable and/or wise than me (investigating and prosecuting market manipulation) and the third I only discuss online under pseudonyms (motivation and philanthropy). What do you think of my approach?
You're a commie.
Today I learned...the university building supervisors name is Nick
I do think that it is a bit risky to use a pseudonym.
People may get the wrong idea.
I remember the busy schedules, where I always needed to be somewhere. Life, as we both knew it, went by trough the flashing lights of the city.
But we always had time to make an exception for a spontaneous lunch you and I.
Always time to eat at a place with an even more tight schedule.
Now, my life is ,,/eh/.
It feels like I traded the moonshine for the sunshine.
While I've always had the dream , ever since I was a young boy, to never experience one inch of moonlight again, I so miss the light in the city.
With time passing i find myself staring at the distant moon just to catch a little glint of how I used to be.
I never in my already twisted state of mind would have even thought to be addicted to the moonlight which I detested.
I guess you can call it a kind of a Stockholm-syndrome.
But I now know that I have been living in denial, I so long for the big claws, the hair and the thirst of blood of warm human blood.
As I linger on in this sunshine, all cut off from my senses, feeling like I'm /eh/ by too much golf. I miss my days as a werewolf!
I am so at peace of mind when I at last have come to my senses.
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That's nice, John.
I wouldn't, thank you.
My dear friend John, how unlucky for me.
I still feel that you might open up if I tell you about my recent encounter with moonlight.
As I presume, you might have heard about the so called super-moon, it was all over the written press.
While there is no doubt about me anticipating the moon I was on about my daily chores in the god forsaken heat of the November sun.
As my impatience grew stronger I knew I couldn't stay in town for the night. Like an unsatisfied child with attention deficit disorder I grabbed my car keys, left the chores half-done, muttered to my neighbors and started the engine.
While the car started, the radio turned on with a bittersweet screech of my favorite artist playing the electrically amplified guitar, as if the universe knew about my secret, as if the radio was singing to me.
"Highway to hell" blasted through the radio waves and in to my cells like a neurotransmitter.
With the sun beginning to set, I had already passed through several various towns.
As I passed through a community I was always struck by the tragedies of men and how life always seemed to be too short.
I could often see it oh so clearly and vividly , even though the moment only lasted for as long as a heartbeat, it felt like a lifetime watching those twitching tear-filled eyes become still.
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The days get slower as I get older John. Is it the same for you?
I remember reading a post somewhere (I was sure it was in this very thread but I guess not), in which John was saying he had a fear of passage of time and that he'd wake up every morning with his heart racing because he feels that he's losing time.
i'd like to have a similar sense of urgency.
Its not a very nice feeling John, after some time you get up and go to work and every day it feels like you have done nothing. Nothing worth living for, but then you want to try keeping busy or finding some sort of hobby and you never get to it.
They get faster for me, John.
And it feels strange to think that I have been idle for so many years.