Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Death Says Hi.

A lot of things can happen overnight, you could have a little talk with death, another little talk with a good-friend-turned-bad and find out that you’ve enjoyed neither but will have to live with both. You may have to accept the fact that you’ll never travel light again; having to carry an allergy emergency kit from now on. As a consequence, now that you know travelling light it not an option, neither is being a tomboy, which means you’re being a chick by the oh so compulsory momma nature. Which might lead you to the fact that there’s no cure for the chiccita syndrome. Having come to the realization that there’s no over-the-counter medication for being a chick except for a dick transplant that will leave you a broke disproportionate tranny and run through your college funds, you realize that not only do you have to choose between college and a car, you also have to choose between college and being a bipolar nutcase 9 times out of 10, or rather, 5 times out of 30, abbreviated into 1 out of 6 times, if you catch my drift. You could realize that doing Maths every minute of every day may not be the answer to life but helps give things the appearance of sense in your troubled little head. Which in turn bums you out because not only have you realized that Maths isn’t really the answer to life just as 42 isn’t the answer the life, the universe and everything, but you’ve also mathematically proved that you have issues. Then you’d have to accept that no matter how much you’re doing Mechanics, it will never do you back. Which is sad because now you have another rejection to handle, and mope over the fact that rejection has branched out in other departments, including the ones you used to run away from it. You might then postulate that being unfuckable is kind of like being invincible, except that it’s in that one area where everybody likes to be conquered every then and again. You’d then grasp that rationalizing things and understanding them are two different spheres that do not touch, which leaves you with the short end of the stick because even though you’re aware that those two last idioms leave you physically and mathematically doomed, they’re just a stupid analogy and in the eyes of the world, which by the way loves saying things it doesn’t mean, you’re metaphorically autistic and worldly-challenged. In retrospect, you’ll discern that your sense of humor is hardly discernable and understand that it’s not understandable most of the time. You might humor yourself that those brief moments of enlightenment are a mere glimpse you might have been offered by the former encounter with the dark lord. You’d continue to humor yourself that you’re humoring yourself because you’re the only one who could possibly understand your humor. Which makes it even less funny and leaves you rather down. You’d then marvel at your own ability to tickle your mood curve and envisage being the answer to borderline syndrome if aliens would just dissect you. Having eased the ego bump, you might start wondering why the aliens haven’t paid  you a visit yet. You’d then wonder whether they already have and embark on a glorious cranial adventure of their amnesia-inducing means, which would inevitably and quite opportunely take your own mind off of mind-boggling mechanics, confusing companions and mother nature who likes to give you a little jump just when you’re stumbling on a loose cord. You’d give a little laugh at the circular logic in the last couple of revelations and instantly frown at how they were probably induced because it’s late and you’re short circuiting. You’d be a little proud of your precocious ability to make anything sound interesting and slightly hope it worked in the academic spectrums as you stare onto the Mechanics assignment that seems to be held down, not by gravity, but rather guilt. You’d then make the conscious decision of thinking about the hot cocoa sitting right next to it and state that no portion of awesomeness as such could ever be held down by guilt. Then you’d look at your watch and realize it’s only been a couple of minutes, which makes you realize that a lot of things can happen in a couple of minutes, let alone overnight. Because a lot of things can happen overnight..

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