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You can count to ten of think about the deepest water. Meditation work a little bit but when insomnia decides to come there’s nothing that can put it to “rest”. Nothing healthy at least. Xanax can work miracles but there’s a big price to pay in memory loss. For a strange reason there are some people that are not designed to sleep specially at night. I developed a theory where in old days some folks had to watch the group against animals and enemies in the forest. So they don’t sleep at night. It got in our genes. I know what most will say. It’s a matter of habit. But it’s true that i already didn’t sleep as a baby and i kept not sleeping as a kid and on and on. So i’m not sure if there’s any psychological thing involved. Maybe it’s just the same old biorithm. I’m not sure if it’s because i spent most of my life not sleeping so i developed the habit or if it’s enough reason for being awake at night but that’s the time of the day where i’m more productive creatively speaking. I write my posts at night. I paint at night. I work at night. No phones ringing and no people. I love people but not when i’m doing things where i don’t want to be interrupted. During the day you spend the day trying to concentrate and the phone and the mobile and the intercom and the Nextel and the bell ringing and the emailing and the text messaging and the msning and the facebooking and the twitting and the knocking on the door and the talking and laughing and the talking about last night and on and on and on…well… they don’t let you do your thing. You do a percentage of anything you are fully capable of doing when no one is around. On top of that it takes three times the effort to move around in the city. When i look at my window at night everybody is asleep and it’s all really quiet. I really love that. Anything can happen but nothing really happens so the mind is free to wonder and to fool around. But if you enjoy the idea beware: It’s a lot more time with yourself than you are used to have. You may start thinking too much and that is no good. Specially if you are planning to sleep ever again.

That’s a REALLY polemic issue so if you are faint at heart please stop reading it. I had lunch with a good friend and we were talking about gadgets and tech when after years i learned he was one of them. The believers. I’m really not either one thing or the other but still i can’t pretend i don’t get amazed by the power of imagination. For some reason i realized the topic never came up because when it did my friend came out of the closet: He is an active believer. In case some of you don’t know what i’m talking about there’s a huge amount of people who not just believe that extra terrestrial life is a possibility (that i too believe) but they are sure it’s happening right here and right now for as long as life on earth existed. They claim aliens lives among us in disguise performing important things for the benefit of mankind. Surely those workers in the japanese nuclear plant were aliens who were kind enough to take the heat for human beings. My friend was trying to explain to me why he was sure Einstein was an alien and also Jesus Christ. For what i understood from that conversation many of you probably believe in things like that as well. There are other factions as the ones who believe they are here collecting data and someday they’ll end our world. There’s one really radical that i can relate with. They say we are the aliens dropped on earth millions of years ago. That could be possible in my point of view. The fact is the aliens are here in the mind of a great amount of people and it’s interesting to wonder why does that happen. Maybe in this plural world we live just to have a god is not enough anymore. We need heroes and aliens and celebrities and thinkers to show us the way and tell us what to do. Maybe we are getting really worried about what a dump is our planet becoming and we are trying to find an easy way out. E.T. phone home.