Happened to me recently. Feeling benevolent towards mankind (it was a Tuesday), I decided to ‘pay the dealer’ and put a few sheckles to the needy. It was a bit awkward when my card betrayed me and would not process. I had changed the PIN code and, in the heat of the moment, I forgot! Way to let me down, brain! I scuttled away with my coat over my head.
I become hyper articulate as I become angrier. Nobody wins in that scenario, believe me. If you have ever had the pleasure of THAT coming at you, it is like a red cape to the bull. You are wrong and here’s why. Or I become UNarticulate, as my brain, aghast at the indignities and fueled with the righteousness of my argument, spins its wheels. Sigh. What works for YOU? If counting works for you – lucky for you, that’s seldom worked for me!
They are legion! Know them by their forthwith manner and loud voices.
There is just so much to worry about these days, that these existential ones must be put to the wayside. However, I still love to harken back and revisit my old worrying grounds. The good old days, with those amorphous, intangible worries; not the current ones that sidle up to you and whisper ‘hello sailor’.
A cartoon anvil in the form of antidepressants can be a sleep aid.
They got on famously and started a prison macrame club.
As Netflix, like an unspeakable piñata, becomes ever more bloated, and its insidious algorithm infiltrates further and further into our consciousness.
