Seriously, the amount of spam I get is absolutely ridiculous. Thank everything that WordPress lets me weed through the comments rather than automatically post everything. I’d off myself otherwise.
Meanwhile… It’s a bad joint day, which means that I’m still in bed watching Doctor Who, reading Wikipedia articles, and installing an old version of Oregon Trail onto my laptop. Somehow, the hours keep slipping by faster and faster until I’m left here with barely a meal eaten and wondering what happened to my morning. I slept in late until nine, but I still had some morning, didn’t I? What on Earth happened to it?
I’ve been waiting around for a thunderstorm to roll on by, but it’s done just that: rolled on by without stopping. Instead, the sun has poked back out from the angry clouds to greet me, but I don’t want that. I really need some rain, even if it will make my knees buckle all the worse and force me to wear wrist braces yet again. It’s days like these when it becomes more apparent that my body is falling to ruin. I may be exercising and feeling so strong, but it can crumble in a split second.
But it does give me some more time to just sit and relax, even if there is some pain involved. I’ve been watching old episodes of Doctor Who, which really makes me further enjoy the series. There’s this thing that bugs me with most shows–the characters just don’t die. Now, I’m not talking about The Doctor, because he’s immortal or whatever, but other characters. In most shows, the good guy always has to go back and somehow save the other characters to make everything a happy ending. It means that the main characters nearly get killed, but then everything magically works together. Well, I don’t like that. Call me a pessimist, but life isn’t like that. People die. People stuff up. People don’t always live to see the world fall back into place. It’s for this reason that I’ve come to appreciate Doctor Who as more than just an entertaining series. Not every character lives. People sacrifice themselves, repent, get punished. They don’t just stand there and wait to have everything saved, and I enjoy seeing this realism. Sure, I don’t enjoy death, but it’s comforting in a way to not have to watch The Doctor and Rose run all around trying to save everyone. People are more independent in this show, I think. And it shows when they make their decisions to allow death. But the loss of life in the episodes shows realism, which is what really matters.
I am a realist after all. Pessimism and optimism have never quite worked out for me.
But I thought I’d ramble about that for you, because it really is something that I enjoy about the show. That rational, level-headedness that comes with not trying to appease the world but merely keep it stable.