Karma

What I originally intended to note was this:

I have come to the conclusion that there can be no such thing as an explicit implication.

Yesterday I came to log into Karma, and none of my passwords would work! No matter how many times I reset it and attempted to log in, not a-one of them would go through. I tried all my passwords, reset it, reset it again, and even posted on the forum.
Then I was informed, in a stroke of simple genius, that I may have capitalized something I shouldn’t have.
…turned out it was my user name.
I think this happens a lot, in general. We forget to check for the really simple causes to problems - to take care of the small things before we get to the big solutions too fast; instead we take for granted that we would have noticed something that obvious. I’m going to try to pay more attention to that.

When I was a kid, I always opened my milk from the end that said ‘OPEN OTHER SIDE’. In my little group of friends, it was all the rage to open the milk from both sides, so it was completely open - and then at the end, we’d all stick our garbage in each others’ empty milk cartons.
I’d forgotten about that until today, when I got milk in a little carton and somehow automatically went to open it from the wrong side. I remember forgetting which side all the time.

When I’m sick, and I think about coffee, it makes me feel sicker, almost like I can think the smell. Thinking of water makes me feel emptier, until I drink some; then it makes me feel okay for a few minutes but I end up feeling ‘bland’ afterward. If you’re nauseous though, find some nux vomica at an herbalist store or something. It works incredibly well.
No matter which way I open a wilcox yogurt, it always squirts little yogurt droplets in the direction the opening faces. Making a mess is unavoidable - and it’s kind of phallic. I wonder what process they use to seal those things…

I wonder how it is that something can smell really good, but not taste a thing like it smells — and yet no matter what, if something smells bad, it never tastes good.
I don’t think we realize how much scent affects us on a daily basis. My best friend told me once that the scent of this guy she went on a date with kind of turned her off of seeing him again - not that he smelled necessarily bad, but that something about it gave her bad vibes. She turned out to be right. It affects our simultaneous experiences, too; I realized it just now when there were two guys from my workplace about three feet away from me on either side, and, well, they didn’t smell particularly rosy. It completely affected what I was eating (which happened to be strawberries in whipped cream).
On the other hand, whenever I go over to my boyfriend’s house, there are scents that are always comforting and relaxing to me - that make me feel at home, or bring back memories, or even give me.. you know, Those kind of thoughts.
We get really adjusted to the scent of our own houses. I always noticed when I went over to someone else’s place for the first time what their house smelled like. If you go over somewhere enough you adjust to that too, but it makes me wonder what my house smells like to other people. Sometimes when I have been gone on vacation for a while and then I come back to it, it has kind of a New House smell (it was built only about seven or eight years ago). I’m not sure that there’s any real way to put a finger on what it smells like though. I could never explain what my friends’ houses smell like, except on rare occasion - one’s might smell like Asian food all the time, another like incense, and another like those dryer sheets that make me think of rich people.
Yeah, you know the ones I’m talking about….
And water does have a taste. It tastes like.. water. And smells.. well, wet.

Cosmic timings can be perfect, but you won’t often know until you look back on it afterward. This time I can see it coming, even though it hasn’t showed it yet. I forget sometimes that many things that happen on a regular basis and might seem like annoyances are really reminders and, in the long run, Good Things. One of those things happened yesterday, and was actually Cosmically timed pretty well, too. I’m used to thinking in a certain context before something big happens, when I know it’s going to happen. If I don’t fall into that mindspace first, I start to wonder if the thing is going to happen. Then when it does, it surprises me. But everything is happening in slow motion lately, so I think that it’s okay.

I think the way this month is starting out, it’s going to be a good kind of busy. Part of me got burned out on being busy last month. But now that I’ve had some time to do nothing, I realize I don’t know what to do with nothing-ness! So until I have a great enough amount of nothing-ness to spend it all figuring that out, I need to have a good amount of busy-ness to keep me going. I wonder what it is I am to do with nothing-ness? I suppose in a time with absolutely nothing chosen for me to do, I could do absolutely anything. That is, indeed, an interesting prospect.