Implosion

Can I ever return to a "normal" life-style again? That's the big question, isn't it? I had been so locked in a backwards monastic life-style such that change came as a real "shock to the system." My immediate reaction was to plan for homeless deployment. Homelessness is not a desirable state to me, but it always seems to be the default solution. Why?

I have never really adapted to modern life (i.e., rampant materialism) very well. I tried hard to fit in, but the incongruence was too pronounced. Now, I am a pariah. I cannot willingly accept the "mainstream" excesses of unchecked desires. I am basically a simple being. Complexity unnerves me. As an engineer, I am even more unnerved. Complexity requires constant maintenance. In other words, complexity is akin to slavery. I have long ago grown weary of being a slave to anyone or anything.

I am also a rational being. Thus, I am trying to understand how a room the size of a coffin could be worth paying $1,000 per month. As I am only spending time in my rental space to sleep, I am again puzzled by the need to dole out so much money for such a small space for only a few hours per day. I don't really "live" in my so-called living space. I rapidly become claustrophobic in tiny areas. And, since I don't worship the tube like a shrine, I have nothing to do to pass the idle time. So, I end up on the Net. Not a very redeeming form of activity either. That is why the homeless conundrum keeps popping up as a real issue.

Net addiction is a big problem for me, just as it is for most of the population. Even though I have pared down the list of acceptable Web sites, I spend far too much time on the Net. Of course, I am addicted to the [deleted] live news stream. However, most of my time on the Net is expended on the "blog." Hard to believe, eh? Even while I am viewing RT news, I am actively composing the "blog." Thus, I am enslaved to the "blog." Only homelessness can emancipate me. Well, a certain fitness and training hottie, could emancipate me as well, but baby refuses to come around. What kind of savior is that? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

This morning, I had planned to visit at least one automobile dealership. Unfortunately, I arrived in town later than expected. Traffic was bad. So, the bus arrived in town behind schedule. Nothing new. I should be accustomed to being late by now. Obviously, the agenda and itinerary were not modified. A other expensive cup of coffee shop was in order. The rest of the day? We already "know the drill."

From what I understand, the State House of Representatives has passed Bill 535 which calls for overnight parking accommodations to be made available to the homeless people who own automobiles (read: homeless motorhomes). I will have to inquire with various homeless advocacy groups to discover the status of the legislation. I cannot make a final decision unless I am assured of acceptable overnight parking specifically for homeless motorhomes.

Well, I will most likely be discussing many more pertinent issues that have "forced my hand." I have already described many of the problems that afflict Hawai'i and are unique to the locale. Solutions that are workable in the mainland empire are often unfeasible here. Hawai'i, I'm afraid, is ready to implode. And, implode it will, in a big way.

Comments Mini-Update®
Upon clearing the settings of the iPad® tablet computer, I have discovered that replies to comments can be posted once again.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The Google® surveillance robot is at it again. Spying on the "blog" occurred at 10:00pm HST. When will the surveillance foolishness end?