I think every now and then life will rip out the carpet beneath your feet. Without warning or without cause(at least ones in which you couldn’t see, or too dumb to see). One second it’s there, the next it’s ripped out from beneath you. Sometimes you land on your ass, or sometimes you fall unconscious with a nasty bruise on the head. Both of which will lead to many questions. “How did that happen?”, “How can I prevent it from happening again?”,”Why did it happen ..”,”Was it something I did?”. Ultimately it will just lead you down a path of confusion with a sore rump or seeing stars everywhere.. For the lucky ones, we wise up and learn. Nail our carpet down, super glue it even, give it a good stern lecture, or stomp the shit out of it. Sure … it may never move, but it sure as hell will never be ripped out from underneath you.
Personally, I like the stomp the shit out of it method. It’s a good stress reliever.
I write alot. I know I do. Unfortunately for everybody it’s mindless, useless repetitive ramblings and as to why you keep coming back boggles my mind. It really does.
Sadly, these useless repetitive ramblings are usually negative which portrays my life as some hopeless, endless Alice in WonderLand rabbit hole. It’s not the case, in fact far from it, although outsiders looking in I’m sure would seem that way.
Sadly, these useless repetitive ramblings are usually only 2% of what I’m really thinking. If I were to write everything I’d be here all day, and you, you unfortunate reader would be here for weeks on end. Actually, probably only two minutes and then you’d leave. I wouldn’t blame you, I’d do the same.
With my mind so busy, I’ve taken a liking to post-it-notes and to-do lists to help me keep track of everything that needs to be done. It’s sad really. Me writing is my way of relaxing and calming my mind, and it just so happens I have an audience.
Days like today where it’s been a great day, I’ve accomplished alot and heck I haven’t had to work and yet I’m in a weird funk. Not a happy funk, not a sad funk, just a bleh funk. I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but days like today is where I venture out and figure out what’ll make me laugh and smile for days that I’m not so lucky. I document all of this for days that I feel lonely, depressed, upset, angry or if I’m ever in these weird funks.
Scratch that, my mind is playing games on me. Today was a great day.
I know that day will come … the day where I’ll need a pickme up. Heck, the day where even you, unfortunate reader, may need a pickme up. If you ever do, I’ll share my medicine of instant happiness. I call it my happy pills. Consumer Beware. Side effects(happiness) may only last an hour or two. Take with a hearty meal for best results.
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