Debating the merits of petting a cat

I want to tell you about how this afternoon, just moments ago, I spent several minutes in contemplation about whether it was useful to pet my cat.

No I’m not talking about in a general sense. I think most people already accept that petting a cat — if that’s a thing you do as a general rule — has some intrinsic merit to it. That’s not what I’m talking about right now.

Right now what I’m talking about is the process of thinking about the merits of petting my cat at the particular moment in time which I was thinking about doing so.

In other words, right at that moment or perhaps the next moment? What did the utility function of that exchange look like, more precisely?

Some people just won’t get this, I imagine. I haven’t the foggiest idea what percentage will or won’t, or whether there is any real value in typing this beyond my own edification. Sussing things out for myself in a sort of ‘Plato’s dialogues’ fashion. Certainly the number of people whose radar picks up esoteric nonsense like this piece — if in fact that’s what this piece is — are few and with ample distance between.

If I consider the handful of followers I have, the frequency with which even my followers actually read the content I produce, the utterly low frequency of times they read it from top to bottom, the amount of mental energy that it typically takes to figure out what I’m trying to say — itself the product of the entirely atypical way I have of framing things…