Although possessed with a powerful predilection of a preternatural propensity to perseverate in prognostication pointlessly past the point of propriety, the probability of perfection in prediction proves the possession of paramount perspicacity into post-present periods, presumptuously positing practically perfect projection of prospects prior to perception by proletariat at present.
Category: Prosaic Writings
Stuff that I am inspired to write that isn’t poetry
A random metaphor
“A rising tide lifts all ships” sounds like an awesome proverb, promising better days ahead…
Until you remember that your ship is full of holes, and is sitting on the bottom of the bay, and the only reason you have not yet drowned is because you climbed all the way to the top of the mast, and then tied yourself there so you could sleep without falling off, and now the rising tide would mean that you have wet shoes, except that you don’t have shoes, so it actually just means that your toes are freezing, and you’re going to drown.
Edit: I don’t know that there is any actual point to this metaphor. Sometimes things get stuck in my brain, and won’t go away until I share them
Antidote to Depression
For years, I was tired. I’ve always had an irregular sleep cycle. I’ve always struggled with insomnia. So any time someone asked how I was, I was tired. Well, one day I tried an experiment. Anytime someone asked how I was, I said I was great. No. I came up with phrases. I wasn’t great, was absolutely awesome. Freakishly fantastic. Utterly unctuous. Magnificently marvelous. At first it felt hypocritical. Within two days, it was genuine. I actually felt AWESOME. I wasn’t tired. I was getting the same sleep. I had the same job. I drove the same car. I wore the same clothes. Nothing changed but my attitude. And I CONSCIOUSLY CHOSE TO CHANGE IT. I took CONTROL over my outlook. By the end of two weeks it was a standard joke at work. “How are you Robbie? Nevermind, I know, you’re fantastic”. So I played along with the joke. “Nope, not today. Today I’m absolutely amazing”. Within three weeks, I realized that I had largely settled on one of my phrases, and even forgotten most of the others. Worse, I was reciting it, not relishing it. In other words, I was back to being “fine”, or “ok”, or “good”, or “tired”. Sure, I was still saying fantastic. But it had become just another answer. So then I made it a point to try to use a different descriptor with each time someone asked, and when possible, not to use the same descriptor to the same person twice in a week. The difference was immediate. I felt better. I felt invigorated. I felt… Absolutely awesome.