Bedroom activities

 

Do you ever lie there in bed thinking? It happens a lot you know. Many people spend a lot of time thinking. Such a pity their thinking is not about improving the world and making it a better place.

When I was young I used to lie in bed and look up at the stars and think, "One of these days I'll have to fix that hole in the roof!"

These days of technology and gadgets it is all Apps, Apps and Apps everywhere. Perhaps if we told people that their brain is an App they'll use it more.

I think my bed is a magical place. I lie there and remember everything I forgot to do.

I was thinking the other day in bed, if we shouldn't eat at night because it causes indigestion then why is there a light in the fridge? 

Is snacking and eating this and that throughout the day a sign you're unhappy or depressed? What is happiness anyway? For me, happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family living in another town or city.

Seriously though, I love my family. If it was not for them I'd be arguing with perfect strangers. 

I love arguing and putting other people straight by correcting them. Sometimes I wish I was an octopus so I could slap eight people at once.   

I've just realised that I have not been to the gym today. That makes it five years in a row. I've decided to change calling the bathroom the John. I know call it the Jim and feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.

Lying in bed helps me think of things I have to do. I never rush into doing things. Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet. 

I've been advised to join help groups. I don't agree. I don't need anger management training. I need people to stop irritating me. My people skills are just fine. It's my tolerance of idiots that needs working on.

Like the nurse who told me I should exercise. If God wanted me to touch my toes He would have put them on my knees.

From knees my thoughts drifted to toes again. Why do ballet dancers walk on tip-toes? Why not just hire taller dancers? When did this habit start and for what reason?

Do you remember the song Tiptoe Through the Tulips by Two Lips from Amsterdam? Or was it Tiny Tim? I'll look it up on YouTube when I get up from this bed. I can't be bothered to reach out for my laptop on the bed-side table nearby.

And before you say it, yes, of course I lie in bed talking to myself; I often need expert advice.

And finally, take my advice, an apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough!