I can’t think of anything to write so why would I think of anything to write. Because I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m not tired? I am in the middle of an amazing book but don’t want to finish it because then I will need another books and the process of getting another book was too hard. Not too hard. Too tempting to make people touch books. I shouldn’t be in book stores right now. I want to pick everything up and to be honest maybe lick it. I won’t but in my mind I’m curious about it.
My lifeguard wears a mask when I swim. She is exactly 5 lanes away from me when I’m in there. Is the air potentially filling up with coronavirus unbeknownst to us all? All meaning me. I’m the only one swimming. I want to tell her I’m not afraid and to take it off. If I almost drown will she come get me or be afraid to? She won’t keep her mask on? She won’t even think of it? She won’t worry until after I am saved if I am going to give her something or she me. Let me save you so I can then give you a dangerous virus.
The world is my oyster. I heard this today. I’ve never heard it before. Is it? Why? Where did that saying come from? I’m told Shakespeare? Why this saying? Meaning I am in a position to take what life has to offer. I can’t figure out without googling how this relates to oysters. Maybe because the are easy to open? What is life offering? Is it easy to open? I am in no position to take what is being offered. Is it my oyster or yours?
I’ve never eaten oysters. It doesn’t seem to make sense to just swallow something without chewing it. And apparently it doesn’t make sense to chew them before swallowing them. They just slide right down your throat. Easy. Peasy. But why? Lots of things don’t make sense with oysters I suppose. They are however mine to take if offered by the world or if the world happens to be an oyster than it is mine. I can’t make it relate to anything no matter how hard I try.
So I won’t try. I couldn’t find a reason to stay in bed too long today. I went to bed with the thought I would stay in bed too long since I had no where to be as early as I usually do. But once I woke I woke. I also woke from sleep. I was asleep and then I woke up. It was odd since I didn’t remember falling asleep. I also don’t remember a single thing from the night or my dreams. I googled houses to buy and why and how the world is my oyster then just got up and decided I can’t stay in bed for no good reason. I have a lot of reasons to wake. The world is my oyster remember.
I did something strictly for myself. For my own reasons. I have always done it for someone else’s reasons and now I want to for my own. I don’t have any either. So I did something for no reasons but all for my own. None. I woman scaped. Not even scaped, removed. Once something is in my head to do I have to do it. Like scuba diving and sky diving. And shaving hair to see if maybe I swim faster. I don’t. Well I do and can but I am never trying to swim fast I am just trying to swim. I didn’t move through the water like a porpoise all smooth and silky I just swam. I simply can’t make that small amount of hair make sense to make me do anything other than need longer showers and more specific tools. But I did this for my own non reasons.
So what is the world offering? Something new every day and every minute really. Some mine and some yours? The world is full of oysters. Probably too many since we eat them. The world isn’t an oyster we have oysters to take. I could walk around all day with my knife or sword and open up oysters I find and say nope sorry this one is mine. They all are. I have the knife. But I am not going to eat any of them. I shouldn’t need a sword but when one doesn’t know what the world is offering one must be prepared. Methinks. You can never be too prepared for the world. Especially if it is an oyster. Or it is your oyster? Or just full of them?
I don’t want oysters in my head all day today anymore than I want to swallow one without chewing them. But they are there. It was said and I didn’t understand it and now I must pick it apart all day with my tools until I can make it make sense. Which it won’t because it doesn’t. What was Shakespeare even thinking. What was he always thinking? I would love to have a good chat with this man. Except can you imagine trying to talk to Shakespeare in our day in age with his day and age? Could Shakespeare text? Would he be able to grasp texting? What about if he was on social media? I would certainly sign up to be friends with him so I could ask about oysters and say things like The lady doth protest too much, methinks, lol! #shakespeaerocks?
There are a lot of people from the past I would like to chat with. Shakespeare probably isn’t one of them. I just wouldn’t get him or be able to talk to him. I would like to talk to Eleanor Roosevelt. For no really good reason. Einstein, for so many reasons. Mozart. The real Tom Sawyer. I have some questions for Sacagawea. Amelia Earhart and Christopher Columbus. This is really just a small list. Some of them are just missing people that I want to know where they are. I was thinking I could get us all together and play a game like maybe what? What game would we all play? Monopoly? Maybe scrabble. This may not be the best list for games. I need new lists.
I have no top three of what I like. I tried to make one and can’t. I can’t even make a top ten. I can’t even make a number one on a list. When I picked a number one it seemed to belong as 3 but then 3 seemed to belong as 6 and then I kept moving and ranking them in various orders that changed each time I thought Of something to add to my list. I just can’t make lists of things. Not even of things to do. I can make a list of things I did then I can check them off as done but a list of things to do looks just like that. Things I must do. I want to do them and then see them done not write them down undone then do them.
Falstaff: I will not lend thee a penny.
Pistol: Why then the world’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
This is the phrase I found after a quick search as to why and what is going on with oysters and the world. From the play The Merry Wives or Windsor. Nothing more will happen in my head with anything Shakespeare related. I can’t speak his speak and grasp his stories. Ever. That is not something I want to achieve in life but I do want to achieve life. I can open the world wide open and it is mine. To take. To give me what I want. Maybe it will be a pearl?
Aspenleaf 