Time Keeps On Slipping.

I cannot believe it's Friday already. I have missed more days of posting than I think is good for someone trying to maintain a blog, so let me do some updating.

Wednesday was spent in Toronto going to Sunnybrook Hospital where I see Dr. Scott Walsh, Head of Dermatology. He's one of those men who clearly enjoys his job so much, and treats each patient as an individual challenge. As such I've received magnificent treatment from him, and each time I go back I'm much better. He's still frustrated that the condition hasn't fully dissipated yet, but he's hopeful and patient as am I.

Thursday was spent with an early day at work, where I worked my ass off, made great sales and did some store upkeep as well. The day was brutally hot, and hanging heavy wool rugs made it feel like the air conditioning was non-existent. Getting out into my car was miserable, I had all four windows rolled down and it felt like a hairdryer instead of a cooling breeze. I opted for the air conditioning instead, which didn't really make a difference until I was almost home.

That evening, which is to say tonight I went to the Just For Laughs comedy show at Massey Hall in Toronto. Thanks to a friend for scoring those tickets, the show was hilarious and I got to see one of my new favourite comedians perform live, so that in itself was quite a treat. The company I went with was good, and even though five people in a car can be a tad cramped, I can't think of four other people I'd rather be cramped in a car with.

I'm not sure how that's suppose to sound.

Not that we're all caught up, I suppose I should get to the meat of this post. On the ride home, two of my friends (as they are often prone to do) found themselves casually discussing something I've heard referred to as the Imp of the Perverse. Effectively what this sensation is can best be described by the feeling one gets when behind the wheel of a car. Occasionally and ever so briefly thoughts will enter your head like, "I could turn the wheel and drive of this bridge if I wanted to." They're not suicidal thoughts, rather they're just passing flashes of power. It's the same if you were to be hammering something together, and you think you could just toss this hammer through a pane of glass. I've talked to people who dismiss this from happening to the, which I call bullshit on. I'm not saying that you want to act on these impulses, but to say you don't have them seems to be saying you don't have a personality.

We are bombarded daily with situations that provide us with chances at mayhem and chaos. Any time you get behind the wheel of a car, or lift something heavy, or even make supper I find most people get tiny fantasies about what they could do if they could get away with it. I think that's the trigger, though that sets off our conscience, the risk of getting caught or personally afflicted. Even if it's our own sense of guilt that "catches" us from doing things, we don't want to have to cope with the aftermath of things we want to do at others expense. It's an interesting conundrum that I imagine a super hero would find them self in. Assuming they were the only super hero in existence, and for simplicity sake let's choose Superman what is it really that stops them from doing whatever they want? Imagine if Superman were a sociopath, incapable of feelings of remorse, guilt, sympathy or empathy. I couldn't imagine a more terrifying comic book prospect than that.

Well it's late and I'm tired, and I have another early day ahead of me tomorrow. Hopefully I'll regain some momentum and write a post with a bit more heft to it.