Googly eyed for what?

I decided to reconsider the amount of time I've realised that I invest in television.

What do I get out of it?



It's so easy to do nothing at all and just flake there while time gets eaten up . Don't get me wrong, I'd be the first person to watch a marathon of some box-set and the rest when I'm hung-over. But what of the 'psychically sober days'? when I could be applying myself to something that I might possibly be able to benefit from in the future.



''Coming up next, a naked celebrity has to live in a barn full of tramps...''

About 3 hours of TV a day would work out to be 45.5 days per year. 45 days of my year spent watching a TV!! ffs!  Damn you...you big electric b**tard!!

Further,

If I had an average of 6 hours sleep per night, that would amount to 91 days.

If I work 5 days a week for 8 hours = 86 days. Perhaps even 1 hour total to commute = 15 days

45 days (TV) + 91 days (Sleep; essential obviously) + 86 days (Job) + 15 days (Commute) = 237 days.

365-237 = 128 days (give or take) of actual doing.....whatever it is ye do.

Also, on top of this there's the rampant commercialism to persuade you to buy junk ye don't need and the fact that most the content on TV is garbage. Just some random thoughts, but no wonder the bloody years fly by...(perhaps even quicker nowadays in such a technologically orientated environment).

Aaaaaaany-how...why not have a look at the breakdown of your life in jelly beans...go on...sure your doing nothing anyways.

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What's the difference between living and existing?

Horse S**T !!

Freud's theory (1909) regarding Hans' development of his horse phobia was due to his Oedipal conflicts, his castration anxieties, the father's prohibition and retaliation...yada yada yada...

A further, simpler, and much more contemporary explanation for Hans' phobia is that he was classically conditioned to fear horses. Hans, as a young boy, had witnessed a horse fall and collapse in the street.  Hans then generalised this fear to all horses. 

Psychoanalysis really 'grinds my gears' sometimes!!!

Personality?

You don't really have one!

Personality, like ego, is a concept invented by your mind. It doesn't exist in the real world. Personality is a word for the general impression that you give through your words and actions. If your personality isn't likeable today, don't worry, you can always change it...

So long as you allow yourself to do so.

The Lobotomised expression of the Gruen Transfer

On a recent excursion to buy a gift, I was reminded of a certain phenomenon I once heard of. Trying to look like I knew where I was going in my pursuit for the perfect present, I noticed that I was surrounded by the bewildered faces of other shoppers along with that of my own. What's going on? Hence 'the Gruen Transfer',

      'the moment when a consumer enters a shopping mall and, surrounded by an intentionally confusing layout, loses track of their original intentions. Spatial awareness of their surroundings plays a key role, as does the surrounding sound, art, and music. The effect of the transfer is also marked by a slower walking pace'.

A prominent example of this can be seen in stores such as IKEA, where shoppers are led on precise trails (mazes) in attempts to instigate the purchase of an unnecessary item. And most often than not, it works! So the next time you find yourself wandering around a store like some apocalyptic zombie, ditch the 'pc' route to the exit and cross over shelves, tables, counter-tops; heck even push the aul' one smelling the scented candles outta the way if it means saving the money in your wallet...I won't judge you.

You have choices. You have free will.

''I only came here for a God damn Valentine's gift, why am I opening the sunroof for this portable 8 foot step ladder?!?!?!''

Love and Neurological Disorders are in the Air

Thanks Saint Valentine you dirty devil you!!

But little did I know, that you are also the patron saint of Epilepsy.

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