Blue on black,
Tears on a river,
Push on shove,
Don't mean much,
Joker on Jack,
Match on a fire,
Cold on ice,
A dead man's touch,
Whisper on a scream,
Doesn't mean a thing.
(Kenny Wayne Shepherd, "Blue on Black")
Blue is a pretty color. I like blue. Blue isn't such a great state of mind. I love Blues. I prefer to avoid the blues.
It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Normally, it does take a lot to make me noticeably UNhappy. There are times when nothing makes me overly happy and a little bit of nothing can set me off. Most of the time, I don’t have time to dwell on what makes me happy and what doesn’t. Whatever is, just is. There are times, though, when it can feel like every little unhappy-making thing converges at once and there's simply no reconciling them within myself. Ordinary, everyday events that are usually accepted for what they are suddenly feel untenable. It puts me in a mood. It's been like that the past couple of days. That explains (though it doesn't justify) why I went off on a client yesterday. She was wrong, though it perhaps wasn't her fault that she unknowingly (albeit unexpectedly and unannounced) invaded my space when I was in the middle of a project with a deadline. I'm sure she didn't know that as she yapped on and on, taking three thousand words to say what she could have said in fifty, my deadline was about twenty minutes away. Still, I feel pretty bad about snapping. Not bad enough to call her up and apologize, but enough to do something nice to smooth it over next time I see her. She perhaps didn't deserve the snark, and I do know I was wrong. Some of the other stuff that has converged to produce this brief burst of unhappiness damn well did deserve every ounce of scorn it garnered and I will never apologize. The fact is, I'm going to be in this snit until ... I'm not.
Luckily, I am in a much better frame of mind today. Not, perhaps, Little Mary Sunshine, but I haven't snarled, growled, or gone off on anybody. It's been more of a soft, velvety blue, kind of cushiony -- which is actually rather enjoyable in a slightly masochistic sort of way.
Maybe it can all be chalked up to a weird (and, thank God, waning) lunar cycle. Maybe the turmoil has been assimilated and doesn't feel quite as heavy. Whatever. I'm just glad the worst is over. And I’m very glad that my foul moods are far and few between.
Twisted Linguistics examines these Words Gone Wild and pronounces them incurable.
your so cleaver - This is a sly, back-door insult. The person is actually accusing someone of back-stabbing with a big-ass knife.
conplaining – Running a simple scam, which is significantly different from a more convoluted pyramid scheme.
accpect – Something that is expected and, therefore, accepted.
plagerizing – Spreading deadly disease.
work deprived from my work – Translation: you never do anything, anyway.
obsurd – If “ob” = before and “sur” = over and/or beyond, then obsurd must refer to that state immediately preceding death.
How happy are you, really?
|You Are Pretty Happy|
You generally have a happy, fulfilling life.
But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.
Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.
Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!