The Florida trip is going well so far.
Actually, it’s kind of weird.     Weird in that it’s almost normal.

Jason isn’t going to school and comes home in the evening.    He sits and plays games or we go walking somewhere.   I monitor my class and go to the gym, weather permitting.   I’ve taken to riding my bike – bicycle… wish I had a motorcycle…   You know, it’s really a lot easier to ride a bike to the gym then walk.  It reduces a 1h+ trip to about 20 minutes.
Wish I did that the last two times I was down here.   Live and learn.

He comes in.   I have dinner ready.    We do our stuff, like play a game or something.   He’s been working on Xeno Chronicles again and I’ve just been doing my thing, rather it be grading or playing or whatever.

It’s weird.  It’s like when he worked at Sears and I at Knology.   Sure, we hated our jobs, but we (mostly) had evenings to look forward to, like a normal couple.  Although I don’t have a gage, I’d imagine that is what normalcy feels like.  It’s kind of nice.

Course, I don’t expect it to last.  Everything just happens to be in a weird lull right now.   It won’t last forever.    Pity.

I’m an earth sign… well, a partial earth sign.   I’m feeling something this time that I haven’t for a long time.   I want to call it nesting, but I’m not sure.     I see a lot of things that I’d like to improve or fix.   I can’t because of reasons, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting too.

Before, these feelings caused a lot of frustration because I couldn’t act upon them.   Jason, at the time, disagreed with me.  Rather, with my timing and expense that I wanted to outlay and it became an underlying issue between us.

Much like my INTX ways, I’ve been suppressing a lot and trying not to think about it.   It’s just strange that I want to buy ‘quality of life’ things for the house.

I need to shake this off.  Everything is working just fine here, especially since we never have anyone over – which is a good thing because we only have two glasses and two mugs – but I never wanted everything to be good.   I wanted things to be better than good.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

For some reason,  my mind has been focused on socialism.   Specifically, America becoming a socialist country.   I’ve also been thinking a lot about serial killers because I seem to habitually watch weird Netflix series.

I’ve been trying to mentally make the connection between the two.  One of the main connections between all serial killers is that they feel that they’re not in control of their lives.   Something happened to make them feel like the ‘other.’    They feel included in society or special if they have some sort of control, which they do by creating an illusion of who they are.

America is a nation of people who feel that they are special.    That they are the heroes in their own lives – the protagonists.

So, what would happen if America became socialist and suddenly no one was important?
Well, some quick research shows that America has more serial killers then several nations combined.  That kind of blew my personal theory out of the water, but I noticed a trend.

According to my student’s favorite site, Wiki, the first American serial killer (sorted by victims) clocks in 12th on the list at 49.  The next one after that, Ted Bundy, is 23rd.  Columbia has the dubious first two slots with over 100 each followed by Russia and Pakistan.

In comparison, that’s really not that bad.

Anyway…. just a theory.

I wonder how socialism would affect the suicide rate.

How would that first and second generation react after the switch over?

Either way, hopefully, I won’t see it.

50% chance of rain tomorrow.    Probably going to be stuck in the house all day.   yay….
I have ideas on what to do.  =)

It’s getting late.
Nights.