A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Thursday, August 19, 2004
 
Positive Reinforcement

The last 48 hours have been exceptionally gruelling, though for the most part the worst of the proverbial storm has passed by. That's not to say I'm left with a feeling of ease. Quite the opposite, in fact--I'm still getting over the unpleasantries that have subsequently transpired in these past two days, and it has left me feeling just the teensiest psychotic. The stress continues to linger, though not in its highest peaks like yesterday (for example), and I can't exactly say all my frustration and anger has been worked through in some positive manner. I lack one of those kickboxing punching bags, after all. Which is why I'm pleased to have the next best thing for myself: my writing.

There is nothing so wholesomely therapeutic as venting anger amidst a fictitious apocalypse, complete with a harbinger whose hobby it is to decapitate people. That's not to say that I condone violence, even of the fictional kind, though my stories seem rather prone to it. (I can always argue it's the human condition to destroy whatever can be otherwise healed or created; it makes me sound sophisticated and philosophical, at any rate.)

However, it gives me quite the satisfied smile to have a rather reprehensible character, who has literally been getting away with murder for 100 pages, suddenly find themselves at the mercy of someone far more powerful and completely insane. Which doesn't bode well, since said person has no mercy in them, period. I expect a head to be tumbling along the ground very shortly. Followed by the expected impalings, cleavings and incinerations.

I can't believe I'm so cheerful as I write this. Oh well, it is therapy after all, and everyone likes a good apocalypse or two. It makes me wonder why don't have The End of the World more often.

Today's Affirming Moment: it's always good to see people taking their pets out for a stroll. Though it's a first for me to see a man cycling down the street with a very large, very white and very happy cockatiel sitting on his arm, enjoying the ride.