Yeah. They should have a 24-hour everything, including car repairs with a cafe.
Tis strange. I would usually be more of an ass than a dumbass, and perhaps I'm too tired and I wasn't paying attention - I drove right into the rear-side of a stationary truck, successfully shattering the left side-mirror in a split second. And the most wonderful part: the car suffered one, mind you, ONE single minor scratch at the corner of the mirror case. The impact was so loud it actually caught the attention of some passerbys. The cutest thing was, I was moving at 2-5 kmh (I am so serious).
Hmmmmmmm............
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I had a rather interesting conversation with Lars earlier on - and he's a firm believer of the Chinese almanac and the characteristics of those born in the different years.
He's been pondering about the coming Chinese New Year and how luck for those born in the Year of the Dragon would be affected. Apparently, come the Dog Year, it's gonna be mines everywhere for Dragons, and it seems not threading carefully bodes ill-fortune.
Now how much I would read into that I wouldn't say, but fact is, this year's supposed to be good. Yet, I've got bad moss gathering right till year-end. Perhaps turning to being wide awake would serve the days, and perhaps, the coming year well.
Double hmmmmmmmmm...............
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I've been rather interested in the concept of healers lately, and wondered if I could be one.
The definition of healers are, of course, unclear in both ancient and modern interpretations. But in generic terms, as to my understanding, healers generally provide a sense of resolve to specific problems - like a tribe healer would be a medical doctor of sorts and a counscellor for the mind.
I'm not trying to argue and prove any point, but it seems - after several people have mentioned rather briefly that I could say the right things at the right time - I pondered about the vast possibilities that may attribute to such a situation: past experiences, people interaction, personality, character, and possibly even teachings. So for the last 6 months, I took my time to evaluate the possibilities, and it pointed to certain, unexplainable abilities that may have been at work.
Instance #01:
A young Regular soldier ever approached me and so suddenly spoke of his dire financial situation at home - his mother was the sole bread winner, and his little brother had problems with school fees. They were evicted from their home and were almost out in the streets. He came to me, of all superiors, and just talked.
I didn't know what I said exactly, for after that, I did not see him thereafter for a period in time. But when I did see him again eventually, he told me things were going fine, and he thanked me.
Instance #02:
I was alerted by a couple of drivers one night at the barracks, about this driver who perched himself precariously on the 5th level parapet of the block we stayed in.
When I put on my shirt and got to the stairwell, I saw him holding a half-empty bottle of hard liquor and seated right at the parapet. A small push, and he's off the building that's for sure.
When someone tried to approach him, he barked and waved that poor fellow off, visibly high and quite no nonsense about suicide. It's difficult to comprehend the anxiety at that point, but I just told everyone to leave us. I approached him slowly, and he wanted to wave me off too, until he finally saw me, he just calmed down. Perhaps it was rank, or perhaps I made friends with just about everyone around me.
I asked what he was doing, and his eyes just welled. My heart ached. And if I remember correctly, I told him straight in the face something to the effect of what he was doing wouldn't solve a single one of his worries. I held out my hand, and he grabbed it - I pulled him in, and we had a chat.
Couple months down the road, I met him at a bus terminal. He called me (by my rank, so cute), and acknowledged me, and thanked me profusely. I didn't know why, but things worked out for him I presumed.
Instance #03
I got to know a friend through teaching kids how to make proper videos. She was one of the administrative staff at the centre, and had been, as she confided, rather stale at the job.
We had a few brief conversations about interests and likes, and subsequently, my contract ended, and she ended hers to join an arts community. The last time I checked, she's got a good position, elated, happy, and definitely fulfilling at her new job.
So. If ideologies paved the way for new and exciting thoughts processes, that would have been easy to understand. But with un-rehearsed and untested idelogies to be applied, that would also be a little difficult to digest.
And where did a little magic go?
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I'm getting a little distracted making this post with phone calls, smses and chat msgs. Think I'll fill up the next time.
Good night cyberspace! :wink:
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