Midnight, maniacal musings

I know I should be sleeping right about now, but those of you who really know me, know that this is not an unusual occurrence. If I had the ability to sleep like my husband, I cannot even begin to wonder how different life would be. But, alas, the hand has been dealt and easy-going sleeper is not one of the things I will ever confidently aspire to be.

I have been thinking about a lot of things recently. Some of which have absolutely nothing to do with anything else. Usually, I don't include much personal thought on my blog because I haven't made it private (yet) and while I know I probably only have 1, maybe 2, "regular" readers, cyberspace is a vast and incalculable wasteland. So you never know who just might traipse across things. But in the name of sleep deprivation and middle-night musings, here we are.

1. Why, why, why is our healthcare system so flawed? I'm not talking about an Obamacare overhaul here. I'm just saying, if I paid my bill in July for a bill dated in July, then WHY must I receive a bill from the end of August with the exact same amount on it that I paid two months ago with no indication of payment receipt? Forget the fact that the insurance company denied putting part of the claim towards my ridiculous deductible, arbitrarily no doubt. And please tell me why I have to pay out of pocket for seeing a no-name, piece NP who has the personality of a rock.

2. I am currently enjoying Book #3 from the Wicked series. Never saw the play although I hear great things. Books 1 and 2 were very good. The stories are very detailed and intricate enough that they are hard to paraphrase for fear of leaving out some important detail. The third book is a little less engaging, but I am hoping for the reappearance of some of the characters from the last book. We'll have to wait and see what happens. If you like to read, read them. They are not children's books and there are a few parts that seem pointless to me, but overall very well-written with loose-ends tied and plot stuffed full of an array of things. I'm generally not a fan of "fantasy", but who says the Wicked Witch has to be fantastical;).

3. I am really considering hopping back on the writing bandwagon. Well, you're writing right this moment, you say? But I mean, writing on paper. Some say that poetry is a dying art form--and I would say based on some statistic they are probably right. And that makes me very sad. Words are powerful, words are history, words are how we tell anything really. Perhaps if more people used forums like poetry, the vocabulary of the general population would be...oh, better than it is? (idk if u no wut i mean)

4. Why are so many people so fickle? Why do we ask people how they are, if we don't care what they say? The love, the compassion, the sincere concern for others...where did it go? Does growing up mean you just become downtrodden with responsibility and no longer have the time to tell a bully to stop harassing someone weaker or smaller or to share the best of what you found? Why don't people understand that money won't keep you warm at night and currency is not important on the other side regardless of your eternal perspective. Are we being who we said we would? Who we know we should? Am I?

I know. I tried to warn you that it would be random (what? rambling...?) And with that smattering of contradiction, I will bid the world wide wonderland Adieu. Until I muse again.

*This post brought to you by the effects of insomnia. Generationally endowed.*