thinking is the opposite of reading, really. when you read or have someone explain something to you, “the arrow” is going into your head. if thinking means anything, it means: something that is internal - not external. but smart people often read so we think theyre the same thing
theres a kind of reading and thinking that makes you the effect of others. one mistakenly equates reading (someone talking to you) with “thinking”, and then asks all intellectual questions in terms of being spoken to: “who has made an argument against it?”, “who can prove it?”
there's a hidden economy of people who go to estate sales, buy stuff, and sell it to the cheapest thrift stores. people go to those stores, buy it, then sell it at a higher rank of thrift stores. and so on. then these items end up online: an invisible female vintage silk road.
welcome to my home. please ignore my estranged long lost sister who has come to live with me following a family tragedy. she is not stuck in the box, she just likes being in there. i can throw her outside if she displeases you.
is it entirely memetic social conditioning, or do others actually look at their pets and spontaneously originate the thought: "i am your dad (or mom)". i suppose "dog mom" is more catchy than "dog foster distant slow, slightly mentally damaged sibling".
i bring my dog or cat out, sometimes people will say something to them like, "oh, is that your dad?" or just use "your dad" referencing me. again, my natural characterization of our relationship is that they are unfit to live alone and our parents died and now they live with me.
pets have been a huge part of my last few years. it has only become more odd to see the social language around them default to paternal terms. i have never felt like their "dad", although others say this, often to me. i intuitively feel like they are a deficient distant sibling.
moved 1000 miles away. in a thrift store, i pick up a random children’s book. read it that night with my kid. its really good - oddly good. may be the best random book ive found. i check the inside: the author is from the exact town i grew up in. the spirit of a place colors you
