I opened Pandora's box, found what i wanted, and then...couldn't shut it again! Which meant quite without a doubt that i had been had, i was done for....the rest of my days were going to be spent collecting the remains of the day as it were.
My agony at discovering that there existed a box, a Pandora's box, that held its own
against me, was extreme, pitless pithy. Terse cogent. Irreversible?
As i sit here at my wonderful Apple Mac, acquired after much heartache and a certain sum of money leaving our bank account, i wonder. I suspect i will be wondering for a matter of hours and possibly days till i turn it on its head and make this whole episode a humourously positive one.
I'm given to dancing on my head, and my feet, i hasten to add.
When faced with situational comedies, such as the one i face today, i dilly-dally. Why? The sentiment that this is not real, this really can't be happening to me, that this is but a trivial game takes hold of my consciousness. After this wonderment and this sense of acute of separateness from what is and what is not gradually fades, i get real
It is now to be observed how i tackle this current scenario. Without divulging very much, what i am saying here is that i am truly giving in to my eccentric gene perchance, that there is nothing to worry about...and that after all this is not Reality.
More on this after the Fade Out......
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