3 in the morning philslopophy
It’s 3 in the morning and I’m 2 brain cells away from comatose. If there’s noting nothing new in this post, give me a brake break. Today, I can’t even smell spell write rite right.
What is the mirror image of Now live? Evil won.
Some days I think that insomnia is evil’s insidious tool. Other days, I think it’s creativity’s gift. Right now I’m thinking that the entire universe, and especially Earth, must be bipolar.
Wait…Earth has two poles, therefore…
I’m too tired to go there.
Words intrigue me. Not enough to make me want to take a grammar course but, yes, they intrigue me.
I’m a crusty laddy lady who likes pie crust, but did you know the Earth has a crust? Not that I want that in my pie, but hey…it’s a great lead-in to my next point.
Do we have a knowledge so deeply engrained in the subconscious that our words become like the tiny tips of islands heralding the underwater mountains below them?
How many words have a mountain of meaning according to spelling or sound?
Take, for instance, bear and bare.
I can’t bear the bare truth about being bare in front of a bear with bared teeth.
How many times can spacing between letters or the substitution of one letter make a difference? Where does this question come from, you might ask? One of my favorite cartoons.
Take one word and add 2 spaces. It becomes…
…and it can make just as big a difference to replace 1 letter of one small word:
A therapist is NOT a rapist. A therapist is NOW a rapist.
Does it mean that somewhere deep in our psyche we have always known that counseling can be therapeutic when dispensed with kindness or it can be mental ravaging when dispensed by a dick?
Well, that’s my 3:00am philslopophy philosophy for today.
I’m not in the mood to listen to myself talk any longer. I’m outta hear.
©Joelle LeGendre
Oh dear! If o my you could sleep. Still witty but! (Yes, on purpose……..) Cheers, H
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Thanks. 🙂 I’m going to try to go back to sleep in a few minutes, as soon as I clean up dog poop. That’s what happens when it rains, they don’t want to get their dainty little feet wet. No matter which way you spell it, poop is poop. Ugh!
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Wordplay can be fun! Good one on the psychotherapist cartoon. 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
The first time I saw that cartoon I laughed, hard, at my former inability to see those 3 words in one that had been staring me in the face all along.
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That cartoon just blew my mind.
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Ah, the hidden power of words. 🙂
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Indeed, I had to duct tape my scattered brain pieces together to be productive at work after reading your post.
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LOL!
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We need emoticons here. Funny you should pic this topic … but should have expected it sometime or another. We both play on words. However, this was great. A much needed chuckle this morning. Thanks.
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Happy to give you a smile. 🙂
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FUNNY. Your 3AM mind sounds a lot like mine. Could it be the Superconscious goes on the fritz in the wee hours?
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It’s often called the true “witching” hour, but some days I think the w should be replaced by a B. 🙂
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Wow, this is witty and stark as F! I loved it! I do appreciate a great game of words! ^^
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