Thought a man (who was either a celebrity, or just an everyday person):
“I can't do this upcoming interview  –  I don’t have anything to talk about  –
nothing calamitous has happened in my life recently.”

The local-gods of the cities (in a variety of ways both subtle and blatant) continually remind men: “There is nothing more enjoyable or rewarding than ridiculing others.”
    (“Yeah,” injects one man, “plus, whenever I do it, I feel that I have personally increased
        in stature  thereby.                        Which of course,is what any normal person expects to occur.”)

Two guys were sitting around talking and the first one said:
“Men can suppress their sexuality, their aggression, even their sorrow,
but no one can keep a lid on their stupidity,” and the second guy offered:
    “But what if they just keep quiet?!” –  and the first guy fell off his chair,
he laughed so hard at this absurd possibility.

As he looked at the beasts in the field,
the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea,
one ole time turned reflective and mused:
“The thing about being a human is that not only are you alive
like all the other creatures, but you can also complain about it!
It doesn’t get any sweeter than that.”

Medical Update.
A researcher at city college says he has findings which clearly show that ulcers,
high blood pressure and heart arrhythmias are all caused by listening to other people tell what they reputedly “think”.

One man decided he was wasting his time watching television,
so instead of turning it on every evening at seven, he began going to bed at that time;
then after he saw what sixteen hours of sleep did to his thinking,
he quickly returned to eight hours of tv, and eight of sleep.
   (“Some things are clearly worse for you than others,” he notes.)

Exerting the kind of inner duress that only a nervous-system-revolutionist can,
one forces his mind to declare every morning:
“I am proud to announce that I do not support any known cause.”

Everything The Rebel Needs To Know About Reminiscence.
The step after that is self-pity.

Confab.
“What’s the use in being sick if you don’t tell other people about it!?”
     “Yeah, or in being stupid.”
“I don’t follow?”
     “Well! –  you come sit right over here next to me and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Any ipse dixit artist with a word processor or paint palette can tell the rest of the city
to “get fucked!” –  but only an original one can do it and never be seen to be doing it.
And in a totally disparate story: One ole sorehead defines a relative as:
“A friend you haven’t alienated yet.”

A long time observer of the city recently ruminated:
“I don’t worry so much about ‘the-evil-that-lurks-in-the-hearts-of-men’
as I do about the lethargy that loiters about in their minds.”

To his great delight, one man finally found a physician who does not charge hypochondriacs any more than he does other patients.

This email arrived today:
“Sir: I have been reading your Daily News for some time now and am proud to say
that I do not understand any of it.
Yours,” etc.

Those who do not independent think,  have no choice but to be duplicitous.

After listening to all the better known metaphysical notions regarding time,
one guy concluded: “If man’s mind was meant to live in the so-called ‘now,’
it seems to me that he would be provided with a more clearly defined ‘now’.”
The working motto of one man:
“The less said the better  (except of course when more is needed).
On one world for Lent, they gave up using the term “of course”.

The severest insult a regular mind can feel is not being taken seriously.

Nothing makes one guy smile quite as widely, thoroughly and refreshingly as
walking in on his regular thoughts as they're commenting on some action he'd taken,
as directed by his regular thoughts (such as):
them bitching about the frequency of ads on the talk radio shows to which he tunes.

The Rebel’s Hint For The Day.
There is a peculiar thread running through Life.

Another reader writes:
“Some months ago you printed an item regarding one man’s suggestion that
those who do the voiceovers to documentary films should be required to have some personal knowledge of the subject to which they lend their vocal description
(as opposed to simply cold-reading a script they are handed in the recording booth), well, this matter has stuck in my mind and I would like to ask you a question:
was that whole thing an attempt to get your readers to investigate whether the voiceover everyone hears in their head, giving a running commentary about you
and your life has any demonstrative expertise about you or life?
Sincerely, “ etc.

Imitation-thinking doesn’t make the same noise as does the real thing.

Men’s incessant talking about themselves, both overtly & mentally,
is their attempt to formulate A Theory of Life.