Sometimes, one feels so overwhelmed that one almost literally can’t breathe. You start at Point A and follow its natural progression to Point B. Once you’re at Point B, you have little choice but to follow through and go to Point C. From Point C, you are constrained to hop to Point D, which leads inevitably to Point E. And so on and so on, bippity-boppity-boo, all the way to Point Z. Eventually, somehow, you find yourself back at A and starting all over again.
I don’t know what the answer is. You can take some deep breaths, downsize and simplify. I’ve done that. And it worked wonderfully. While it worked. As soon as you start eyeing Point A with a glimmer of renewed interest, it’s only a matter of time before you find yourself on the road to Z again. It’s a self-perpetuating progression, and a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I do it. You do it. We all do it. Nobody’s going to stop doing it.
I thought the Words Gone Wild rounded up today were a total hoot. There’s just no choice but to do a Twisted Linguistics storytime with “Elvis.” Nothing else will do.
villian – Will Ian drink the Kool-Aid and sign on the dotted line? Ve vill see, ja.
bad wrap - A thin, ugly coat.
hopening thoon
ELVIS PREASLEY.. "...don't be crual...."
multy teared
undergroiund
pot-poree
threees
been pnzied to detah
acxtual
Prissy had a fearsome toothache, causing her to be multy teared, but she knew something was hopening thoon that she simply had to be a part of. She was willing to take pills in threees if it would get rid of the acxtual pain. Because … ELVIS PREASLEY was coming to town! She say, “Don’t be crual, tooth! Get this pain undergroiund so I can smell the pot-poree and hear the music and hopen around a little.” She’d been just about pnzied to detah but there was no way she was going to miss Preasley. Tay thoon and we let you know what hopen.
What pattern is your brain? Caveat: This sucker lies.
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing. You don't complicate matters when you don't have to. You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that. As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress. |
What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?
| Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino |
 Smooth and sweet, you fit in to almost any crowd. No one would suspect you of being a coffee tweaker! |
18 comments:
So what I think you are saying is that you envy the illiterate who never know what comes after "B" and could not find their way to "Z" given that map. In fact, they probably just go right from "A" to "Z" and wonder why you made such a big deal about it all in the first place.
Me, I found fractions to letters when I follow those steps. A never leads to B but rather A subsection 1 paragraph 2. Maybe after an infinite number of fractions are taken care of I can stagger slowly to step B.
Your Brain's Pattern
Structured and organized, you have a knack for thinking clearly.
You are very logical - and you don't let your thoughts get polluted with emotions.
And while your thoughts are pretty serious, they're anything from boring.
It's minds like yours that have built the great cities of the world!
Yes. No. Maybe. How would I know what I'm saying? Of course, that's what I'm saying! It is my fondest desire to be an illiterate. Which I already am when it comes to fractions. What is 1/12 of K? If I only had a brain...
But nooooo -- you got all the brains. Just look at you with your structured, organized, clear thinking brain. I'd trade you a ruby slipper for some of those brains. :)
The brains I have would *fit* into a ruby slipper. A size 4&1/2, to be precise; too small for anyone to actually use.
Hand them over, please. I can squeeze into a 4-1/2 when I have to. LOL.
The structured brain only makes the pain of reality so much more painful. Life does not follow my logic. Life does not follow any logic. I am always catching up as a result.
***Your Brain's Pattern***
You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.
You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.
People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.
But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.
As for the flavored coffee I am plain STRONG coffee. I hate flavored coffees and refuse to take the test.
Life does not follow my logic. Life does not follow any logic.
So, then, absent logic, what IS the purpose of life? I might consider giving up BOTH ruby slippers to anyone who can give me an answer I won't laugh at.
Roxan, your brain checked out pretty accurately.:) I don't like flavored coffee, either. I kind of liked the test, though.
I saw this on a bumper in the parking lot of a Grateful Dead concert in July of 1990. I think I was in Pittsburgh. It was so simple yet deep that it had to be true.
"The Meaning Of Life Is To Give Life Meaning"
"The Meaning Of Life Is To Give Life Meaning"
Hmmm. I have to admit that works for me. As long as I can give it meaning without giving up yelling, hitting, biting, and kicking. I'm just kidding; I don't hit. So, do I have to give you my red shoes now?:)
I've seen a lot of weird stuff with Blogger lately, but I have no idea about the security alert. Very strange.
I did mention Phil Spector's hair recently. Strange, strange dude, as is Jackson.
Me can't speak for anyone else, but from where Me stands we were all born to die. At this point in time it is the only inevitability we can be certain of. And just like the jedi master Kanrei reported it's what we do between those to junctures, is what gives it meaning. at least it does to the person who is dancin' to Sugar Magnolia or chillin to dark star.
wtf?? Me be Structured and Organized. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uhhh...
I thought the instructions went,
"Insert tab A into slot B. Fold on dotted line C. cut on dotted line D...no with scissors you dummy--oh, go to the hospital and get that looked at."
You're right, SM -- the inevitability of death is really about all there is. The whole of one's life is a long, drawn out dying process. Therefore, we might as well have all the fun we can grab between birth and death, preferably neither structured nor organized.:)
Victor, I really suck at instructions so your method sounds pretty good to me. LOL.
I wish I knew what the meaning of life was. I'm in a writing group sponsored by a cancer center. I go because it's free and the teacher is fabulous. The participants' stories are horrendous, though, and sometimes I come out of the room at the end of the session and think, "What is the meaning?" The people that refuse treatment often talk about faith and how God-da will save them. He won't. One day they don't show up because they will be too sick. Then they die and do we go to their memorial? No, I don't.
I was on the bus yesterday and saw the Neptune Society out the window and thought I must stop in and do some shopping. I made myself laugh. Life is death but is seems funny to shop in a place like that.
Whenever I am really tired, I always think, "I could be dead." That is one way to get a really decent night's sleep.
My dog has just come in here and poked me to remind me perhaps the meaning of life is to walk the dog. And she is probably right.
CD, nobody has ever proved to me that there IS any meaning of life. I think life is what you make of it; no more, no less. I love your attitude. I always think tired/bored/depressed/highly excitable is better than dead, too. You make me laugh a lot, which I think gives a LOT of meaning to life. I mean, what's the purpose if you can't laugh at and with yourself and everybody around you? And listen, I am firmly convinced that the love of dogs (and cats) is one of the EL PRIMO purposes of life.
I've heard of the Neptune Society. I think. Isn't that one of those places that offers some kind of, um, cadaver disposal?
Maybe, SJ, that is the meaning of life - it's a self-guide tour. It's what you make of it.
I believe the Neptune Society dumps you in the sea after you are dead. In the South they start all the funerals with "ashes to ashes and dust to dust." I want them to give pause and go "well...okay ashes to...sea?" Fish food for me. All the way to the sea.
I like that concept, CD -- life as a self-guided tour.
I don't really care what they do with my carcass when I kick off, as long as they don't stick me in an open box at the front of a church. And I don't want the Neptune Society near me, either -- I have a real phobia about deep water. LOL.
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