You know, it’s kind of like if you get
stabbed, or should I say when you get stabbed, wait, no the first one was more
positive right?
When you get stabbed it hurts, I assume,
but it comes with benefits too, like you get to see what your insides look like
– pretty gross I assume, maybe so gross that you pass out, or maybe you’ve
already passed out from the pain or loss of blood, the point is you have
options, and those are a form of investment, sort of like a share, although I
never really understood exactly what they were, and I have an economics degree
and worked for stock brokers for years, which I think just goes to prove that
if you get stabbed you can learn valuable lessons like that even those who
appear to be experts sometimes don’t know as much as you’d think.
I was thinking about this very fact earlier
today, that no one really ever knows exactly what they are doing do they? Well
maybe sometimes, but quite often not. The key is to pretend, like landscape
gardeners who find a society of a rare bugs living under a statue of a small
Italian boy, and are not exactly sure what to do about it, I mean is it wrong
to pick up the statue of a small boy? So they call the Vatican to ask for
advice, and it turns out the …..
We interrupt this post because I really
don’t want to finish this analogy, it’s not where I thought it was going to go,
it is no longer flawlessly illustrating the point I was hoping to make, and
frankly, like much of what I have been working on today, in both my
professional life, personal life, and mathematical life has left me with feelings
of frustration and malaise. That’s a real word right? Malaise? Sounds like a
food, but I don’t think it is.
See this is what happens when I DON’T wait
until super stupid late into the night to write these – well I have learned my
lesson, it is not bed time quite yet, but it is also not quite blogging time –
I shall instead disappear for an hour or so, and actually relax and decompress
for a while – oh fuck, I haven’t done that in days – I’ll come back soon…
Alright, I am back, and I feel pretty bloody
good. Yep a little rest and relaxation is what I needed. The old R and the
other one, R I think. In fact I now feel so good I think I could even nail an
analogy without resorting to routine comedy premises, or underpants humor – ok
here goes – today was the best day of my life, because although I faced some
trials and annoyances, I didn’t let them beat me, and with a little positive
energy that I chose fling at the problem, stimulated by my new mantra of making
every day the best day of my life, I came out the other side quicker, cleaner
and less slippery than even when I entered – it’s like…. Wait I can do this…
um, slippery, entered, came, other side, stimulation, I’m getting the odd idea…
wait I’ve got it! – It’s like when you throw a drenched pair of pants at a
rambunctious mule, and when he catches them with his invisible magic horns and
turns them into a rainbow of heroin filled water balloons, you can’t help but
think about drawings of sheltered scoundrels of some sort (boom, snuck the
title in at the last minute) perhaps even eight of them, as they evaporate into
a collaborated furnishing finisher. Now THAT’S how you nail an analogy!
Precise, clean, obvious and Ooooohhhh, oxymoronical, that’s awesome.
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