Little Thoughts

Living Cartoon Profile No. 7
August 28, 2009, 8:42 pm
Filed under: Lists

Name: Josiah Johnson

Name people actually use: Jos

Origin of name people actually use: shortened version of actual name, originally coined by an ex-girlfriend and it just stuck

Preferred room temperature: 66 degrees F

Roommate’s preferred room temperature: 72 degrees F

Does this cause problems?: yes.

Most creative thing ever done: hard to know for certain. perhaps has never done anything truly creative. tells himself this when feeling depressed about not feeling very creative.

Preferred karaoke song: Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody. Once won a ship-wide karaoke contest on a cruise ship to Alaska for his friend and roommate’s grandparents 50th wedding anniversary.

Food group most often consumed: what food group is caffeine a part of?

Preferred Simpsons character: Moe. mainly because of the episode he falls in love with caring for Maggie.

Does he ever find time to think about the feelings of people other than himself?: rarely.


I find myself
August 28, 2009, 4:00 pm
Filed under: Thoughts for the day

I have gone for too long in the same direction without checking myself before I start wrecking myself.  I’ve lifted my head up out of the tall prairie grass and have seen where I’ve come, and I don’t like it.  It’s time to start making some changes around here…

a short poem
August 27, 2009, 5:34 pm
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no you are not meant to be for me

but yes you will wait for me tomorrow by the downtown building

with the sneaking suspicion that I am with someone else

right now with someone else doing things I do to you

but if it weren’t true would it even matter

you are unsettled and will never be otherwise.

“I’m tired of the fantasy, because it doesn’t really exist”
August 16, 2009, 9:57 pm
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I should have known.  Every lesson I have to learn about relating to the opposite sex has already been learned by Rob Gordon.

Rob: I’m tired of the fantasy, because it doesn’t really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really…
Laura: Delivers?
Rob: Delivers. And I’m tired of it. And I’m tired of everything else for that matter. But I don’t ever seem to get tired of you, so…

I was at the driving range with my mom, hitting a bucket of balls and laughing at her ineptitude at this same activity (in a loving way, of course).  In the space next to ours, there was this girl by herself hitting a bucket of balls.  In total Max Clark style, I imagined her in her best sense.  I thought, “How nice that she isn’t out with a big rowdy group getting drunk. She is living a simple life, lacking excess.  I think that is a nice quality.”  My mom and I were in the middle of joking about my mom’s bad swing, and then the girl ruined all the admiration I had for her imaginary qualities by glaring over her shoulder at us (for being too loud?), gathered her balls back into her bucket, and moved several slots further away from us.  So she turns out to be a uppity-uppity.  No fun.  The fantasy never delivers, Rob Gordon, the fantasy never delivers.

4 Categories

In yet another installment of “Josiah Thinks The Unbearable Lightness of Being Was/Is Pure Genius,”

“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under.

The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public…The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes…Then there is the third category, the category of who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love…And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present.” pp. 269-270

I’m in the fourth category. Case in point: continuing to play Let’s Grow Old Together.