...to add to the story Robert about the man who told me he didn't know how much in life he was missing...
It started out while we were sitting at the pocker table and he was talking about his wife and how nobody at this table knew her. I barely knew the guy telling the story, but his nickname was Buckwheat...not too many people around here with that name.
So, I am like...I think I may have. Does she where glasses? He (Buckwheat) says yes.
I knew it was his wife because she mentioned to me in the bar that her "ex-husband's" nickname was Buckwheat and he like to gamble. So, I put two and two together. His "ex-wife" was out with another man that night at the bar.
As I was talking to Buckwheat, he told me that he was still married back when I met his wife.
In conclusion, I would say we are in the midst of a world order transition....happening right under our noses while we are too busy arguing about other things in our chaotic states of mind.
I would say we are entering a new age...an age of technology. No longer is religion needed to maintain order. No longer is family needed to maintain order. And with AI predicted to be replacing 50% of the jobs that exists, no longer are jobs going to be used to maintain order....and with that money will be the difficult prize to achieve for working. Not to mention, money is being turned into digital.
So...how does technology maintain order?
....well, with technology, everything about us can be controlled, known...and even predicted (I have heard).
Feels good. It is funny you write this, I just noticed this the other night. Certain touches feel much better than others.
For example, when somebody runs their hands through your hair....while touching your scalp.
or...
Something as innocent as somebody deliberately touching your arm...that you feel attracted to. You know that she is not repulsed by you...otherwise not only would she not talk to you, but she for sure would not even touch you. So, a touch can feel good but also mean a lot.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT....TRUE STORY
...to add to the story Robert about the man who told me he didn't know how much in life he was missing...It started out while we were sitting at the pocker table and he was talking about his wife and how nobody at this table knew her. I barely knew the guy telling the story, but his nickname was Buckwheat...not too many people around here with that name.
So, I am like...I think I may have. Does she where glasses? He (Buckwheat) says yes.
I knew it was his wife because she mentioned to me in the bar that her "ex-husband's" nickname was Buckwheat and he like to gamble. So, I put two and two together. His "ex-wife" was out with another man that night at the bar.
As I was talking to Buckwheat, he told me that he was still married back when I met his wife.
So.....