Random Interlude

This is not the Part 2.

This is simply random scribblings.

I was sick today at work. Not sure what that was all about but I was sweating but chilled, upset stomach and generally not feeling well, so I left early. I'm not sure what they think about me leaving early at work but they didn't seem to have a problem with it. Especially since I've been told that if I am running a fever of over 101, I need to take my ass to the nearest ER as my leg may be infected and that would be very, very bad.

Can you imagine what it must have been like to be the guy who said hey, lets get a patent on small pointed sticks, they are great for getting the food out of your teeth. We shall call them Toothpicks.

I can't help but be envious of the person who was able to get a patent and make money off of little pointed sticks.

I consider myself a thinker much more than a doer.

I have a million and one ideas.

Know the actual steps involved in accomplishing maybe 100 of them

And have the motivation to actually do zero of them.

Instead of doing anything productive, I sit here nursing a broken leg and wasting time writing blogs, or playing on Facebook, or reading a sci-fi novel, or sleeping, or more and more here lately, I simply find myself sitting here thinking, just letting my mind wander, sometimes having day-dreams, sometimes just sitting here completely blank.

The Convention - ConNooga - happened Feb 19 - 21, and events have been going ever since then, revolving around my busted leg, and it wasn't until just a few days ago I got up enough motivation to actually write about what had happened.

I have this feeling, I would guess that alot, most, if not all people have the same feelings, but I have this feeling that I'm meant for something more than my current station in life.

Yet I do nothing.

I see people waiting tables or working as gas station attendants, older people, and I think to myself, is this what you wanted from life?
Is this what you dreamed of being as a child?
Are you happy, or even content?
Do you look back on the things in your life and wish you would have chosen a different path?

Even at the relatively young age of 29, I look back often and wonder where I would be and what I would be doing had I made different decisions.

Some days I feel like I spend more time looking back than I do forwards.