Some Airs

Fresh air, mountain air, an ocean breeze, early morning air that you can see in the fog, the vibrant orange sun going down on the horizon air, late night look up at the milky way hear owls hooting air, stepping into the house familiar comforting unique air, the wonders of natural air in nature.
Smug air, stripped mined air, medical waste on the beach breeze, the morning rush hour air, storm clouds that cover the sun air, a light polluted city that drowns out the light of the stars no owls within a million miles air, stepping into the house burnt electrical air, the wonders of human nature, airs, affected or unnatural manner; manifestation of pride or vanity; assumed haughtiness: He acquired airs that were insufferable to his friends. Be a breath of fresh air.

Histrionic

I am laughing behind its back because the histrionic that I know is so wrapped up in its own little world to really know what is going on around it. I refer to it as it to try and hide the true identity of it. It is really not such a bad description either because it is the condition of the person that robs it of its place in reality, society, and of friendship.
Reality is really the place we place ourselves into the world so that we best fit into it. I could say that it is our worldview but I won't because we can so easily suspend our worldview so that our reality is more dramatic and our life is lived more on a stage. It is the look at my suffrage, my little bit of cancer, even though you have a sucking chest wound I need the attention. Its the reality of the histrionic focus on me.
Society has certain rules such as be real. Being real is not just an expression if you can really stick to your worldview even when you think it is best to suspend it. The histrionic is more than willing to suspend its worldview if it thinks it can when the lottery. Ergo if its wrong for me it should be wrong for you but if I can gain from a wrong, suspension of world view, I will. Even though it could jeopardize a friendship or a family relationship.
Friendship is something that a lot of people long for and crave. Do you have any true friends? Do you base your friendship on what you can get from the other person? When you talk about your friend or even about the people that you know is your first word I? I have a friend that has a million bucks. I have a friend that is..... fill in the blank. Maybe when you are with friend A, you have a lot to say about friend B but when friend B ask why you said those things about him you deny it and put it all back on friend A. Gossiping is the histrionics best friend because it can place itself on center stage and try to control others by what it says about them. Friendships would be a lot better if we would share the stage with others, step out of the lime light, or even if we just closed the curtain on ourselves.
Yes I am laughing at it not with it and behind its back.

The other side of string theory

String theory I really do not understand much of it other than it some how ties us to a parallel universe or more than one. Sure sounds interesting to say the least. I could be someone completely different in a parallel universe. But why would I want to go somewhere that I am not who I am? Being who I am makes me, well me. Me is not so bad. I am - not just because of myself but because of all the outside influences that have made me, me. On the other side of string theory I may be someone else for the better or the worse but I think I will stay this side of it for the sake of me.

Id's the 1st

As usual I'm drawing a blank - Like most of the blanks that are trying to scribble their way off of my primitive white board they get filtered through my brain and my inability to communicate using the written word and thus become a grammatical mess and an editor's nightmare. (At least there is spell check). The blank is inability, fear, or the lack of attention that I gave every English teacher that I ever had. This blank could change the way we price tea in China if I could only get it to the surface but the surface is a place for surfing. I have never learned to surf. I have swam in the ocean and I have crawled out of it. Walked out of it but I already had legs when I went into it. That would explain why I was able to walk into and out of it. I have developed an uncanny ability to step into things that I ought not be stepping in. Most of the time the two step is done with my mouth ergo what has been stepped in hits the fan.