Sometimes I go camping with friends.
The nights sitting around a campfire can be relaxing just talking to friends and staring into the fire.
I can say many times I will completely zone out on the fire thinking about random thoughts. Like how life would be different if a caveman had an actual heater? Not a firepit of twigs, wood and I’m guessing animal parts. Maybe after a long day of walking around in the wilderness hunting or berrypicking they could just come back to their cave and rest their feet which were probably filthy on a stone with a heater vent pouring warmth over their head. This to some seems impossible because electricity didn’t exist. I continue to think how can said cavemen get his hands on something that can do the same effect. Only thing I can think about is eventually they created a fireplace but I’m sure the rocks were just thrown everywhere and it was just awful placement. I think my anxiety is building up thinking about how disorganized they would be. I kind of wish I was home right now with my feet on my heated floors pondering this stuff. There is a little breeze kicking up that is a bit chilly so I know I won’t be outside long. What if cavemen had heated floors? I have to stop thinking about this stuff as I’m going to try and make this make sense but there is no way. I heard my friend John ask me a question and obviously I wasn’t listening because my brain is in the stone age currently. I nodded to him agreeing. He then said alright go gather more wood. I should’ve been paying attention. Now I am the caveman.