"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." ~Socrates

I'm loaded. Stoned. High. Junked up. Coasting. Tripped out and hopped up.
Seriously, I'm not making that up.
Because of this, words may not come out as intended. Hell, I may not make any sense at all. I've been under anesthesia most of the day and am now comfortable with a couple of tabs of Hydrocodone, after having all 4 wisdom teeth removed today. I'm feeling no pain, and my face is numb. The face being numb, usually indicates that the mind is not going to be working to full capacity either..
In other words, I'm not really here right now. I'm really floating in the gloomy sky with a couple of Blue Jays...no, wait, now they've landed in our bird feeder, so I'm eating.
Ohhh, how I wish I was eating. I so wish that I had a big, 2" thick, bloody slab of prime rib sitting in front of me. People take advantage of such good things in life. I would cut it into little tiny bites (1/2" squared), soak each one for a minute in a fine au jus, and slowly chew every one. I'd follow it with a baked potato oozing in au jus and margarine, green beans with onion, and Hawaiian sweet bread covered with Country Crock. Damn, it would be heaven.
It could be days before I could even think to enjoy such a beautiful moment...I can't tell you how completely sad I have just made myself even thinking about it.
I shouldn't torture myself this way...happy thoughts, maybe I can persuade Chris to take me to a steakhouse when I'm better...or, better yet, maybe I can convince him to just roast me up one here in the comfort of my own home. I think I'll proposition him with this when he gets home.
People, as I said, don't truly appreciate the beauty of a fine cut of beef. Especially in these days of diets, veganism, power bars, and supplements.
The body craves beef, it needs it to survive. People try to trick the body with their protein shakes, but the body is typically smarter than the mind working it and knows that it won't survive with out it.
I've met a couple of vegetarians. They are good folks, but they never seem to get the point. I ask why they chose to leave behind a good cut of steak, for Tofurkey and they tell me that it makes them feel better. More energetic.
If this is the case, why are they all pale as ghosts? Why do their eyes look so sunken? Why does their skin feel like rubbery jello? Why does their hair have no sheen? This physical deterioration is worse in vegans, they look so frail. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I pushed one. Could I break their bones by just a little nudge? What if it was hard enough to make them fall down?
Eat a frickin' steak at least once a week, man, don't be a dumbass.
There are some that say it's for the animals. Ok. Nice thought in theory, but in reallity they are making the plight of the cow (or chicken, or pig,or deer, etc.) worse. They don't cut down on the butchering of the meat, they don't slow down the slaughter, so really all they are doing is wasting good meat. The cow then dies to be cut up and buried in the grocers dumpster.
Besides, if it's for the animals...
Why in the hell are you toting that ridiculous Louis Vuitton bag?
More the tree hugging type...
Why in the hell are you wearing those clod hopping Birkenstocks?
Stupid hypocrites.
I think I need another pill.