Something More Like a Fad-

As I was walking the streets today, I noticed several people wearing small stems with flowers on them. These were worn on their heads- I didn't realize what I saw, at first . . . I turned to my buddy and asked, 'is that a- ?' She nodded her head and muttered, 'yes.' As I continued to walk, I tried to get a second glimpse.

I was really confused. I thought that this was one of the funniest sights I had ever seen. Once I'd passed several people with the sane odd phenomenon, I couldn't stand it anymore-

"Please, tell me?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. "What are they doing with the flowers?" She sighed. 

"It's a new fad." She looked away from me and coughed slightly. "Because the body retains water, they believe this will help to nourish the brain. Once the brain is nourished, it will grow flowers . . . " she gestured. Okay. I refrained from passing any judgmental remark. As we rounded a corner, I came across a woman holding a tray full of the self-same decor. She looked up at me hopefully I shook my head at her, mutely l- then, I ran to catch up with my friend. 

I blurted out, "but, they don't really believe that, do they? I mean, it's absurd . . ." She shook her head at me. 

"No, it's something more like a fad. I think they feel that it's cute." 

"Oh," I nodded. Now, this feel a little bit more acceptable to me than otherwise- after a minute I couldn't help laughing, though. A couple of men wearing small flowers has just walked by . . . my friend looked at me.

I shrugged, and coughed into my shirt. "Sorry- earn- it's- it's an interesting philosophy, at any rate . . ." She sighed again. We kept waking, with my chuckles trailing behind. 

Living Well ~

If we really spent our lives correctly, then there would never be enough time in a day to do everything one needs to do. Everything that we did would be done for a specific purpose. We would run out of time, not because we are toiling on a task we run out of energy for, but because we love what we do so much- there would not be enough time to do more . . . so many people miss out on this. If we live for love, though, and to be in love, then we will spend our time well, no matter what is taking up space . . . 

Resolve to bide your time correctly. 

Up in the Dunes . . .

[08/18/2015]- Silver Lake, MI -

          Today during our three day, 'before-China relaxer,' I asked my family to take me to the Sleeping Bear Dunes. Feeling contemplative, I climbed to the top of the dunes and looked up at the sky- I just sat there, and looked around myself- there were hikers, and teams of jeeps lining the hills. And, for one moment, I was stunned. It seems, that after all those long months I spent working in a day to day, butt-stuck-to-the-chair job, there was still a world out there. The wonders and the beauties of it were all-encompassing, and they were mine- I thought of going to China, and all of the things that I will soon leave behind. And in that moment, I thought, 'if I could have just one moment like this- once every week, or even monthly- then it's all worth it.' No matter what your religious beliefs, this is why we live. This ecstasy, and this pure joy . . . it makes it all worth it. No matter what pain I must visit, I can always come back . . . and I can remind myself why I live. This means everything.

 

 

Cafe Mind ~

 

                                                     Café Mind  . . .
 

(For those who think they know me . . . you should watch your step!)

 

I am artistically centered-

In a thick-layered circle,

An individual, creative point-

In the center of a perfect rind.

 

My thoughts are rebellious,

And they know not discipline-

 

I enjoy cafes-

For I sharpen my wit-

From the chit-chat of friends,

As words fall from their lips,

Unheeded by them.

Not suspecting,

That my ears are listening . . .

 

To them I am an-

Innocent lie,

A person who gives them a-

Laugh, in these troubled times.

 

To my peers, I am a-

Voracious writer,

Or someone who talks on a whim.

 

I cannot seem to find-

My inner nucleus-

It seems to be hidden somewhere-

Down in the center

But, I know that I will,

Be able to find it,

Through a mystical eye . . .

 

Because I am constantly seeking for adventure,

And I know, that what I love most-

Is found in a riddle,

Or in a love for the odd,

the abnormal . . . the existential . . .

 

For really-

Who wishes to be normal?

There is nothing of normalcy in life,

That is worth seeking out-

Unless you are a hat.

 

I am the midst of a circle,

And life revolves around my nucleus-

Which dances with energy-

And with a zeal for fancy.

 

So- who am I?

Well . . .

That is a mystery for another time.

But, just see if you can find me out-

The next time you order a tea . . .

 

And just note-

Your words are not unheeded,

So be careful what you say!

Lest you should find your words-

In a poem such as this one,

Strung up in a Facebook posting.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Stressed Out at Work?? Take Control of Your Emotions!

Hello everyone!

I wanted to share with you a few thoughts about a recent personal study of mine. Some of you may already know this, but I work in a Concierge Center. For those who have never worked in one, just know that it is a place where: A.) You have to remain constantly calm under the deluge of phone calls, and B.) You have to deal with long stretches of dead, often soul-killing downtime, when there are no calls in the queue- and this will suffice for a fair definition.

As a way to cope with the stress of my job, I’ve begun to study meditation. At first I just breezed through an article online, when management had its back turned on me; however, I soon found it to be highly engaging. The positive effects that it has on the mind and body, and effect on the alpha brain-waves, got me thinking. Soon, I began to wonder about how changes that I went through at work were affecting my state of emotions- happiness, focus, etc. After doing some research, I came to a realization: I was stressed out at work, because I was unaware of these mindful states- I was allowing my environment to dictate the state of my emotions, rather than allowing myself- quite perversely- to control them!

There was so much material that seems to support the fact that extended periods of focus brings better attention to us during work, exercise, etc. The idea that the mind can be ‘retrained,’ and that we can control its direction, is one that is obsolete in our society. I have always believed that the mind was an organ that could facilitate per direction- it is a gear that can be manually shifted, NOT- as others think, an automated control gear. The mind is a flexible organ, and we use it to facilitate control in daily life. Consciousness, or ‘awareness’ of the mind, is the ability to know its changes in state as they happen; you allow your thoughts to pass, and refrain from getting involved with them. This brings you to an awareness of the human tendency to judge.  

Why does it matter? The theory behind all this is that it allows you to exercise the control over your mind. When you are aware of the change in state, you can shift your focus- the mind is a muscle that can be used over, and over, and over. Once it becomes used to a specific state, like calves that becomes used to running, it is more prepared to follow your will. There are at least two meditation techniques which accomplish this, but I like the idea of Mindfulness best. You can read about others at the links I provided.

These concepts has helped me to become more aware of my emotions at work. They have given me better control over daily life and work, because I understand that I have the control over my state of happiness- if something attempts to threaten that state, I can throw my walls up. Once the stimulus is blocked, I can quickly revamp, and revert into my peace of mind.  Research behind Meditation is dynamic, even though the knowledge that we control our thoughts is instinctive. Widespread belief leads us to think that the mind controls us, but this is far from the truth- you have a choice of whether to be depressed, or to be dissatisfied- and again, knowledge is key here. I love this idea- I think it is a great way to facilitate control when our thoughts ideas to wander . . . and bring them back into focus, in spite of how rebellious they become!

Here are some articles that I looked at:

http://health.usnews.com/health-news/health-wellness/articles/2013/07/30/3-meditation-techniques-for-beginners

http://life.gaiam.com/article/meditation-101-techniques-benefits-beginner-s-how

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meditation

 

 

Success, in Correct Format??

Success, in Correct Format??

Many people think that there is nothing more to success than excelling. That the true picture of life is one, linear track, that leads to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The truth is, that you need to fail, in order to improve. Someone with a perfect track record doesn’t grow. They are so linear, their thinking starts to conform to their goals, and eventually- unwittingly- they become products of them. They learn to climb the stairs, and do not focus their thoughts elsewhere. They begin the climb, but never arrive at the location. Since they cannot adapt to the weather change, or build a hut when it rains, they die out.

Someone with a more expansive mind will learn to adapt. They will see new angles when the path becomes blocked. Although they have not had done it the ‘correct way,’ they will be the ones to succeed. Those who have learned to work according to form cannot adapt; they are too linear to see the hidden detours.

A truly intelligent, and creative soul will understand this. They will learn to take risks, and will know that there is more to life than making the grade. They will understand that the next step to success is not always the best-paying job, or the best school. They will understand that they create options, and that the ‘options’ do not create them. They will learn, they will grow, and adapt outside of the correct format.

They will know what it is to zigzag. They will be brave enough to draw crazy lines, even though one has been given to them. They will share this idea with the rest of society, because they know that life depends on the ability to be creative. They will also share the secret to their success, because they care that the rest of society has not learned the secret-

They will be the ones to lead us.

Clipped Wings- Poetry

Clipped Wings ~

You feel defeated . . .

But, you are not.

You feel broken . . .

Your wings have just been clipped-

You will fly again someday . . .

And span the full circumference,

That measures every inch-

The desires your heart invites.

Being broken is a feeling,

And will fade in the meantime . . .

Give your wings the chance to grow-

Before you cease to hope-

For the coming flight ~

Journal Entry, April 10th- morning before work:

This morning, I only want to stay in the bath. I want to stay there forever, and bury my heart and soul beneath the faucet. I am so sick and tired of all these duties, and pointless tasks. I just want to go where I can be myself, and no longer have to role-play.

I want it to all just go away. My feelings are unlimited, and complex. They require observation. Why can I not just sit here in the bath? I'm sick and tired of always having to explain myself. Why can't the world leave me alone? I need time to myself. Please, just make it stop.

The Root of Our Problems Equal Solutions ~

The Root of the Problem Breeds the Solution ~

You can either hate your life, or make the decision to change it, or do something productive with it; our worst trials have the most potential, because they can also become our greatest strengths; we bred tomorrow what set into soil, depending on how we choose nurture those roots.

In the heart of each dilemma, we have the ability to create something new. With each flower grows a greater capacity; it is a symbiotic exchange between us, and the roots. If we care for them correctly, they will become great, or they will die in the torrent-

We have the decision to turn those trials into something better. We can let our lives become flattened by the rain, or can  turn the elements into solutions. If we choose to see opportunity, then there is a brighter flower in the mist . . . everything depends on what we do today. There are no two sides to it. A problem can be taken at face value, or it can be changed.

And it is the only thing which can become better. Opportunities of this caliber do not exist in the perfect, but the imperfect. That is why we must watch every single root, and take on every distinct challenge to make them grow.

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How We Romanticize Love-

How We Romanticize Love-

Ideas Taken From an Exclusive and Inclusive Standpoint

Author's Note: There are many different types of love. Feelings of admiration and respect often begin in friendships and turn into long-term, lasting love later. The perspectives of such love can be viewed through both exclusive and inclusive individuals.

Without further ado- 

One cannot write about this topic and be completely neutral- there is always something which speaks to experience, though on different levels . . .

We can romanticize things like admiration and respect, without making them feel sexual. These are feelings which we might retain for our friends, uniformly, but will never be made into anything more than pure friendship.

How then, do they grow a romantic bud?

Well . . . it is easy enough to surmise.

The linear concept of love is one which may be factored. A romanticist who is searching for a mutually exclusive relationship, would most likely seek it in the one would emanates those kinds of sentiments. This person has generally grown up thinking that they will meet someone to love, and thus expect it; thus, he/she who is responsible for the admiration and general regard, is soon elevated to greater status. Eventually, romance becomes part of the relationship.

In the concept described, the ideal person who harbors these feelings are the quiet, sentimental- and oftentimes artistic type. They do not reach out to dozens of people, but rather keep to their solitude, preferring to having one or two, trusted people in their circle. They are exclusive because of their natural tendencies, and thus love others in a more exclusive sense-

This is one way of looking at it. But, supposing a person has grown up having a different perspective? There is the matter of difference, for instance, in the bisexual, or in one who dates people (and this occur as dating several people at once, or dating others over a shorter time frame, in my mind). The concept of love is different in this case, and more dynamic; I call it the 'inclusive love type.' It is not so natural to harbor deep, steadfast feelings of admiration and respect- these feelings are more expansive. They tend to know more people, but less of the individual. Thus, they harbor loose feelings of respect, but it is of a less passionate nature, because they know others less-

They are, most likely, less easily hurt in the case of losing one of their friends. Rather, shall we say they are wounded less deeply. Their circle of society is wider than in the case of the former individual. In the case of the former, quieter, more artistic soul, loss of person may be the equivalent of loss of limb- such is the nature of their being . . .

Although one is not more effective than the other, it does explain why the idea of romance is so dynamic. Love is one of the most greatly misunderstood topics. Because people are nurtured into a specific type, confusion most often occurs when exchanging the ides on that type with someone-

The truth of the matter is, that love is both exclusive and inclusive. We may see it according to our unique beliefs. Feelings of admiration, respect and esteem will often grow into something else, often with romantic connotations to it. The process of arriving at a romantic conclusion, however, is different for each person. It would be impossible to judge the nature of love from a holistic standpoint. Different ways of attaching those feelings with love, make more sense to different people. The idea is quite flexible . . .

There is, simply put, no singular way to speak about love.

Truth or Infatuation ?

Truth, or Infatuation?

You know what an infatuation is? It is the temporary state of truth, held in the prenatal shell of enigma. Once 'Truth' is born, you grow in understanding, and learn to know people for who they are. They lose all their mystery, by the cry that makes their beings known.

What is the personality that is shown? Who lives between the sheathes of nature? No longer a quiet, mysterious creation, they can be still, no longer . . .

To lose or to love- that is really the consequence. You cannot really love a person until you can grow in understanding about them. Breaking loose, of that mysterious element within is necessary to see the real thing . . . to wait, until it is born to love-

It is easy to love someone that you do not know. It is much harder, indeed, to love what you can understand- when that thing gives its newborn cry, to cover your ears and to smile at it . . .

Truth, friends, is not beautiful. It is a cold and heartless thing, and annoying . . . it is also lovely, and can grow the best flower in the meadow . . . but, I warn you- it is self-evident. It cannot be controlled, only observed with serenity and (if we place ourselves correctly) wisdom.  

To never get to know 'Truth'- this is a hard thing. If you become entranced with the enigma, and fear its progression, then you are both cowardly and weak. One who has the finest qualities is he or she who can understand truth, who has the courage and bravery to get to know 'life.'

If we can learn to love them both, then we are a strong people ~

The Dating Card ~

- A short series of articles that was inspired by the dating concept. I  read two different articles, both of which struck me strong- if not due to their foolishness- then their ability to entertain me. Please read the articles and then the critiques in succession. Feel free to leave comments. 
                                                             
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'The Pain of Falling for a Guy who Only 'Kinda' Likes You,' 
Here are some of my thoughts based on the article by Jenn Chan. Please see:

 http://elitedaily.com/dating/pain-falling-guy-kinda-likes/923946/?utm_source=huffingtonpost.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=pubexchange

That said . . . ahem-

This article makes some interesting points; however, I must say that I think there are a few holes in it. For one thing, I feel that this author is being almost deliberately stereotypical, and unjust. In the case of such partialities, men feel just as strongly as the women do; to suggest that women are the only ones who feel 'played' is juvenile. It is also foolish to imply that the man is at fault, because he does not provide what she desires- 

Now, it has been clarified that this woman has made a decision for the man. She states that the 'man was never on the same page.' How can the author suggest that the man was never on the same page? Had the woman communicated her message, then they both would have been reading out of the same chapter . . . I hope you can see what I mean. 

My conclusion from this is that the woman has poor communication skills. The idea of 'kinda' liking someone, but it not being enough, is erroneous; it implies that the relationship began without communication present. If you are 'wondering' whether someone likes you, then there is an obvious lack in honesty- and this makes the entire point moot.

To be fair, the idea can be applied to most relationships- but its tone is presumptuous, and she leaves out a lot of different possibilities. This basically puts me in mind of a fourteen year old, buck-toothed girl, who whines about the fact that she can't get the boy's attention with class notes. She passes the note down the row, and grieves when he does not respond because he 'doesn't like her enough.' 

But- perhaps he simply lost the note?

So . . . this is one dotty woman. Not only did she fail to communicate her point, but she did not realize that the note was lost. . . yet she poured her time into her own imaginary world of ideas, that existed only as a fantasy in her own mind . . . 

She would have fared much better as an artist. 

A little bit of light flippancy, here . . . please do not take offense at my critique of this piece. Take it with a grain of salt- if the author happens to be reading this, then please know it was kindly meant . .

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Based on articles such as 'To Fall In Love With Anyone, Do This,' (by Mandy Le Catron), some of my own experiences, and perhaps some of yours-here are my thoughts today's date scene. Please feel free to browse, and yes- to actively debate them. . . 

We Did Not Fall Into Love ~ 

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/11/fashion/modern-love-to-fall-in-love-with-anyone-do-this.html?_r=0

{Part 1: This is my critique, as well as my opinion, on the article shown above- can a person really fall in love with another? }

'We did not fall into love. We made the choice to love each other.' Merely stating the outcome at the end of the piece choose her words must better than she could- it made her point. This was beautifully written.

The idea of 'falling into love' seems incredibly rash, and purely stupid. I have never pretended to understand how one could make such a decision. I have always wondered what would compel people to such a foolish act. You are probably correct in saying that some people can and will fall into love- perhaps, they are attracted to the idea of it? I never have been.

I remember the way that my mother elaborated on the topic: 'it was love at first sight,' was the platitude that she used to describe it. Thus, an internal compartment- some hidden hope, or chamber, locked away in my heart, or subconscious (call it what you will)- was born. On occasion, the dove that lived inside of it would always appear, fancying that it saw the 'look,' and would wonder about the phrase. Would I come across it sporadically, one day, as though in a fairy tale?

'Love at first sight?' It is an attractive idea, but one that I scorn wholeheartedly. I do, absolutely believe that some people can fall into love. To me, love is a vague term that encompasses many traits, decisions, and qualities that comprise- shall we say, one grand feeling. It is the perception of love. Everyone has a unique way of finding it. For some, a long, upstanding friendship- lust for others- or perhaps need. There are hundreds of different scenarios . . .

The idea of 'falling into love,' just does not seem like a great idea. I truly wonder how people even try it. Finding yourself in that situation is like spiraling through a black chute- some hole which has no determinate point or axis. Is the person who has no relationships weaker that he/she, who has twenty? Is her vain of moral fiber not as strong?

What is worse? To experience this idea over ten or twelve different relationships, or not to have any? Is the person brave who keeps to the side, because they see the problem beforehand; see the 'hole?'

I am not asking you to answer. I just have always wondered. It is an idea that has often perplexed me. I do not believe that people should fall in love because they give up their right of choice; how can the individual, who is fully thinking, and in control, take that leap? It seems absurd . . .

The point, of course, is that you don't take a leap. You make the 'decision,' whether to love or not. We are not held onto by puppet-strings . . . in spite of what others may tell you. 

We Did Not Fall Into Love . . .   

(Part 2) For the Love of a Dragon ~

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/11/fashion/modern-love-to-fall-in-love-with-anyone-do-this.html?_r=0

I had a few ongoing thoughts about our love, and extenuating relationships. Strangely, this has always been an area that has fascinated me, perhaps because its idea has thwarted me for so long. . . I admit that I do not understand it. I have never wandered into the folds of abundant beauty and poison . . . it escapes me that people would want it. Is love far beneath my notice?  Perhaps some of this is, after all, embedded in my personality. To plunge in the midst of a passionate twist, not to stay upon the sidelines, seems foolish. This does not necessarily mean that it is foolish. Only to me that it seems so.

I've always joked, that if love was staring at me, two inches away from my nose, and hanging upside down from a branch that I'd stepped on- I still would not know it. For some reason, there is a- let's call it a glitch if you will- in the lattice work, the cogs in my head, which always seems to prevent the danger.

I take some kind of strange pleasure in doing it on my own. The Independent rears her head, and rashly tosses back her head; very few people can think when she is present. It is a colorful presentation. Her wings are grand and painted red, but her handiwork is something to be marked; not many people can pursue her . . . she wins the battle, every time She is something unchained, unbound to earth . . . she soars wherever the wind takes her. She is the beauty and the soul of passion.

I have paid a high price for her, though, grand as she is. So great is her desire, so intense her passionate ways, that they do not suit the common ground. There are very few who can shake hands with a dragon. Perhaps, this is part of her charm. Has it made me an object, perhaps? Love is not of this world. Although it effervesces through life and flows as the primary connection between people, we cannot touch nor can we fully examine love; it is not something that we hold in our fingertips.

Alas, my grip is weak. Perhaps, if I was not clenched inside the dragon's grasp, it would be easier to touch it; as it is, though, I must contend with the dragon, and abide her mistakes. Her beauty, as well as her radical pride, must be mine to hold. I cannot fight with a dragon . . .

If I could, then perhaps I might even yet touch the earth. To do so with the dragon at hand seems a foolish thing, even to myself. It is not likely that she will ever become humanized enough to walk with man, and take love unto her breast. Perhaps she will, though in time.  

Only in fantasies do people fight with dragons. Is love a worthy cause perhaps? If it is effervescent, and all-encompassing, perhaps love is not inasmuch a fantasy- and, perhaps, that is the initial point. Is love real? Can we really fall into love?

This is just the question . . . 

We Did Not Fall Into Love ~  

(Part 3) Love is on the Market-

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/11/fashion/modern-love-to-fall-in-love-with-anyone-do-this.html?_r=0

I am writing this piece in response to two friends. One recently stated to me that 'loving is the most honorable thing in the world.' The other, when asked to further notate the topic, stated that 'it is better to have loved and to have lost that love, then never to have loved' . . .

As this is a topic that never ceases to fascinate me, I wanted to continue it. Please do not take me the wrong way, as my ideas are rebellious. They fight bullishly to the top of the line, to escape from their matrix. . . they are not very well confined.

I am a declared skeptic. I confess that I do not understand the concept of relationships. In our society, there is plenty of reason to suspect some deep, other motive brewing . . . however, this is not to say that I do not believe in love. I just do not think that relationships are necessarily the base point. How one can be used as a base to build upon, when the idea is wrong, makes no sense. Is the reason to play mix and match? Is love for money, is love for looks? Is it so that one might be socially accepted? Is love merely for companionship? How, in short, do you define it?

It seems to me that there are so many reasons for it that none of them can possibly be true. Caring for other people is natural; it is without cause. True love has no manipulation behind it. I feel as though I can spot a false relationship quicker than anyone else can.  Perhaps this is because the parties are generally trying to love. What would be an 'honorable trait' has been made a joke of. Love has become a product. It is now on the market so that you can choose the correct size, shape, and color . . .

People are always trying to love, and they are always failing to do it. True love only has one color- it is only white. I do not think that one can go 'looking' for love. Love must come to you. This is why I have always declared myself against dating. The very idea of placing yourself on the market, to show your product to the world and be judged- is wrong. It feels like a wrong hand in a game of cards, and you are losing. Love is like a dove . . . it must be free to fly to you.

Love is 'NOT' on the market. 

Mirror Image- inspired by quotes from Oscar Wilde

Mirror Image ~

It is an odd reflection of myself, but to me fantasy is worth more than the real thing. Romance offers more through fancy then it does through realism- very few people would argue this. Love is like reaching your hands across the surface of the water's body, and watching the transparent waves-.

I will always be much more attracted to art, than I will to reality. The strangest thing is that I have determined- and perhaps, it might even be called tragic- is that romance, to me, exists much better in the mind; I am always more attracted to the surface than to the object. I cannot get too close, because when I touch go beneath the surface, the mirror will shatter. It's as though I'm looking into a translucent image which, upon being examined, will break if I get too close- and all of the illusions that I create will cease to have any sort of meaning.

I will always be attracted more to the image than to its counterpart; the love that I am looking into, will always fascinate me more than the object.  I am the type who drifts between the cracks of a mirror, looking into the pain and joy of other people's lives. I will never become part of it, because then I would have to live it, and then I would no longer see it-

the presentation of that beautiful life, I have made, would be gone.

Database of Excellent Names:

Deliverance (with frills of pink!)
Earnest (careful, honest, and- erm- diligent?)
Precious (so delicate . . . )
Sunshine (what a gay, buoyant thing she is!)

Page of Adjectives

- Creeping

Word Bird . . .

Word Bird . . .

(Part 1)

The word bird . . . had found its address . . .

The message flew in-

as, at a fleeting glance the-

 man examined the package.

"What is the delivery date on it?"

the man had asked it-

And the bird responded,

"it had a measureless deadline."

The man then opened the folds-

and he saw the word,

"infinity," etched inside of it.

The bird flew off into the night . . .

Having delivered its word,

to the lone recipient-

who now looked down at it with-

a strange puzzle on his face,

wondering what-

would now become of his fate.

Word bird??? he guessed-

but no . . . it couldn't have been,

he thought . . . 

He scratched his forehead confusedly.