I feel free when I’m alone.
Wrong choice offered. This is better: Be alone with your thoughts, or watch Moochelle “Let’s Move” videos. Hell of a lot of men would be alone with their thoughts.
...and I prefer bamboo shoots to the New Yorker Magazine...
On what planet is this???
Yup. First thing, I looked for the word “study”. That told me that this is nothing but bullfeathers.
Be alone with your thoughts...or listen to Hillary’s cackle on an endless loop.
“Boots, boots, movin’ up an’ down again...”
That’s the difference between sheeple with the herding instinct, and intelligent, independent thinkers.
Heh! Not this guy!
My thoughts have been filled with all sorts of fun and interesting things like.....
What foregrip should I put on my AR-15?
Should I go 18 or 20 inches on the barrel length?
Should I use a basic bolt or the new Relia-Bolt?
Will a good MagPul stock be worth it?
Which armorer’s wrench should I get?
Etc....
Okay, this is a silly conclusion. More likely is that this was the only time folks could experiment with this shock-equipment and were basically experimenting on themselves. You can sit and think any time, but how often do you get the chance to play with stuff like this and test your own endurance? People like to play with stuff. Especially guys.
You would be hard pressed to get your feet wet in the deep pool of most people's thoughts. Witness what passes for pop culture.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
New York Magazine should like hire someone to like edit Jesse Singal’s “prose.”
I love and crave quiet time. Thinking through some hobby issue or just zoning out.
I hate yammering just for the sake of noise, thought the wife seems to love it. Causes friction at times when I want silence and have nothing to say.
He asked if any one was disturbed by lack of speaking in the movie. One guy admitted that within a few seconds of the movie's start, his mind was assaulted by thoughts and voices and sounds unbidden. He said he thought he might lose his mind.
I silently thanked God that I did suffer from this man's particular affliction.
Making phone calls is now the least used function.
I too am one who has no problems with “quiet time”. It drives me ‘round the bend whenever I walk into my lunchroom and the radio is blasting away, 3 folks are having a”discussion”, and the table manners are atrocious. I won’t even go in the lunchroom anymore during meal breaks.
Then when camping, there are those who bring big honking stereos and blast their music so loud you can hear it a mile away. I go out to the woods to listen to the sounds of nature, not the latest Adele/Metric/Black Eyed Peas production.
I LIKE having peaceful interludes, and find them far to rare.