I'll have a glass of what he's having, but can I have an umbrella in mine?
Well, if this little bit of nowhere is any indication, I'm still alive and ticking. Whether or not my ticking has anything to do with the watch I swallowed yesterday has yet to be seen, though. The past few days have been a blur of bad, good, not-so-good, so-good-it's-bad, goodie-goodie-gosh, oh-shit-that's-bad, and bad-dog-no-biscuit moments all coalescing together to leave me thinking, "Today is a Rum day."
Now while I don't exactly condone getting so drunk that you wake up the next morning handcuffed to a goat and on a cargo ship bound for Sydney, Australia, there are days where I think a little bit of escape from the
Wide & Wonderful World O' Stress is good. Today finds me sorely tempted to hook up with a good Irish friend of mine and commiserate the respective past week. Whether or not that happens remains unknown, and the odds are no one else will really know until tomorrow's little bit of nowhere. (And even then, it'll only be evident depending on how much I groan about atoning with hangover from hell.)
Yet amidst all the turmoil and dust that's still waiting to settle, I cannot help but look at my life and its current circumstances, and take stock of it. This has brought me to consider how people look at the things around them based on their worldview.
There are those who look at the proverbial glass of water that life has given them, and say pessimistically, "That glass is half empty!" Others, usually optimists, will say "Hey, it's half full!" The paranoid delusionist would think that the water was contaminated by some secret government agency. Hollywood would spend $120 million to make a movie about the water, and have a lot of special effects added. A Canadian barfly would say, "Oh, I guess we're drinking American beer tonight." Moses would part the water in the glass. A wise and worldly philosopher would argue that we see through the glass darkly, and should not be so quick to draw conclusions about the water. The ventriloquist would drink all the water while his dummy would count backwards from ten. My good Irish friend would stare down at the water and wonder just who the hell had stolen his glass of beer and switched it with the water.
All in all, I can't exactly be thrilled with my current situation, but at the same time I cannot rightfully whine when there are others who have a much more unpleasant life to contend with. I'm suddenly reminded of Dr. Seuss'
Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? and I am indeed thankful that I am not some clothes hanger left hanging on a wire in the middle of nowhere, forlorn and forgotten and unloved.
Where am I going with this? I'm not exactly sure, which is pretty much the same answer I have for anyone asking me what's happening in my life right now, and what my plans are for the future. But I promise you I'll think of something.
No guarantees it will make sense, but I'll try...
posted by Phillip at 1:44 PM
