Why doesn't anybody know!!?*!!

Just occasionally, there is a window of opportunity in your day, to pause and reflect (or to reflect and pause if you’re left-handed or right-brained) on things that may not sound very important, but are! Living in Ruralia makes you very inquisitive. Otherwise you no survive, baby!

The Townie alternative to the joys of Ruralia, is a trip to the beach, an hour or so at a nice café or Sunday morning when the damn traffic eases! You’re allowed to swear in the country. How else could you talk with the animals, eh?

Methinks the animals would enjoy listening to a Billy Connolly CD. When I was thinking about these ‘unknowns’ that worry me, I ran the idea past a Townie mate. I say ‘ran past’, cos in town that’s all people do… is run past.

That’s my first worry. Everything has to be faster. It all began with those radio disc jockeys in the 1960s who thought that talking real fast would cover up the fact that they were mostly morons. It didn’t. Now, texting and Twitter lead the ‘big hurry’. To where, nobody knows.

Here’s a personal one. Does anybody know what keeps the heart beating? If you ask someone clever they mumble about pumps, muscles, ventricles and ‘electrical impulses’. I’m a bit interested, because it keeps on keeping on. But how?

I want a better explanation, in case it does the ‘stopping thing’, you know.. ‘And what about sleep?’ Yes, thank you for asking. Where exactly is our ‘sleep’ switch? You must have experienced the occasion when driving home after a party, you suddenly nod off.

I want to make you aware of this, because it sometimes takes a month to get home from a party in the countryside. You’re driving home when, zappo, sleep kicks in! You are eventually woken by the unpleasant breath of a an inquisitive llama, because you are now parked in a new spot called... ‘paddock’.

‘They’ tell us that the blood leaves the brain, the lungs and heart slow down (I say what?) and the brain shuts the whole organism down for ‘repair’. No wonder the dinosaurs died out. By the time the message to sleep reached everywhere, it was time to get up! Poor devils.

It’s like that, living in the country, really. Especially if you’re milking. I reckon there is a ‘sleep switch’ somewhere, that does the final shut-down. I want to know where it is and… if it is still in good working order. I want it to switch me ‘back on’, each day, if you know what I mean.

We’re also not getting much help from ‘them wot should know’, you know, about how we blush, or laugh or cry, f’rinstance. It only needs for the price of chocolate to go up and I can sob, just like that. As a teen, when a girl giggled and said, ‘you’re blushing’ (I did), I quietly explained that I was having a ‘blood rinse’.

Boys have to do that, to get ready for Rugby, you see. So, if you get a mo, in between trying to stop the animals farting, and planting 500 trees a day, so that some mythical climate change targets can be reached, please add ‘climate change’ to the, ‘why doesn’t anybody really know’ list.

Oh, if you feel your heart may stop beating, try the sleep switch… OK. Join me on my personal growth and business dynamics Course, The TERRIFIC Seminar to ignite your future! Ask me for the good oil. I live passionately at duitdammit@xtra.co.nz Cheers.

Bill Potter is a ChangeOvator, with THE DU IT GROUP. He is an author, international speaker and strategist.
duitdammit@xtra.co.nz.

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