It’s 3:26am and I’m writing a post. I blame the Dark Roast coffee from Wawa at 8pm. My normal blend is regular, sometimes the Columbian, but never the Dark Roast. This is why. I’ve weened off of coffee except for 1 morning cup. After golf rounds in the summer I would go to Wawa and get one and since golf has stopped, so has that. I prefer less of the caffeine intake, and this would be one of the negative effects when you grab a cup at 8pm.

The playlist I’m listening to is My Fav 80’s Songs which I created in 2011 starting with Mayor of Simpleton by XTC. If you can name the soundtrack for a popular movie, I’d be impressed. Strange to think it’s been 8 years since I’ve been making playlists on Spotify. Some background to how my music tastes of my life have evolved. I started with 90’s rock in middle school, rap & hip-hop in high school, classic rock in college, new wave post college, and now I’m a alt rock / EDM fan. Kids probably don’t call it EDM anymore. Probably even non-kids. This is a song I like.

Walking down the street yesterday after dinner with my sister I heard a woman say, “she’s got her issues too, *pause*, she’s fat”. I burst out laughing expecting to hear that she’s in some serious debt or child/marital problems. When being too fat becomes other people’s problems, I think that’s where a line should be drawn.

These are the types of mental exercises I’m doing throughout my life. Wondering why a stranger is pointing out the weight of another total stranger… to another total stranger.

Just to continue on what goes through my brain nowadays deals with font styles and advertising. What goes into making a certain company brand their ideas certain ways. Do I like it? If I see a failing businesses what are they doing wrong? Why do I think they are failing? For instance, when I walk around a mall I notice small parts that I think to myself are stupid. Like when a buzzer goes off alerting someone that I entered the store. It was off putting. Or a restaurant in the city selling Afghan cuisine with only 1 table of 15 filled on a Wednesday night. Which I compare to the Yard House which has 50 draft beers, sports everywhere, and updated technology for ease of ordering. One will fail and the other will succeed. Why do I care?

I wrote a paragraph prior to this paragraph that I deleted because there is only so much worth sharing. Giving my more serious life thoughts doesn’t benefit anyone and feels more bragging than of importance. I write bragging because I don’t know any better than anyone else what we’re doing here. We work and play and decide for ourselves how to spend time. There isn’t any formula that says one is better than the other and we all end up 6 ft under at the end. Sad in a way, but enjoyable while it occurs.

So I continue down my path and wonder what’s to come. Complacency seems like the biggest enemy. Pushing the limits further and further gives me satisfaction and fulfillment even thought I can’t quantify it and frankly don’t care that much. It’s better than nothing though which is a likely alternative. How we view that is introspective.