Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable felicities of expression. ~ Amos Bronson Alcott
Throwing the spaghetti against a refrigerator doesn't really do anything, but it sure is fun to do, especially when one turns to two, turns to ten, turns to a hundred.
Clean up can be a bitch though.
Jumping up and down and cheering your team to victory gives us a great feeling of euphoria, but it only lasts a few moments and then it is gone. Gone like the wind, and it's something that you cannot catch up to.
So what is the point, really?
You strive to do your best, then are told that your best isn't good enough, so you try harder and realize that there really is no point to your job in the first place so you might as well sit back and smell the coffee as it brews in the room.
Except you don't like coffee.
Spending your hard earned money on a vehicle that you love, one that you treat nearly as well as you treat your children, but let's be honest here as we all know people that love their cars more than your children, which is probably one of the saddest things in the world, and don't you dare think that your children don't notice.
Children notice everything.
Finding the home of your dreams and making it just right, with all of the things that you enjoy, including hard wood flooring, marble counter tops, plush carpeting, to name just a few, your yard is immaculate and you care for each piece of grass as if you brought them into the world, which you have, since you bought the seed, planted the seed, fertilized the seed, and watered the seed and watched as it sprung up from the ground all full of life.
Then you get the neighbors from hell.
All of these things happen to people every day and no one seems to notice, or care, because it isn't them.
Or is it?
Is there really any point in diving off the deep end, other than testing yourself and your belief in being able to come out of it unhurt and alive, or are you really on a death wish and hope that the water is actually concrete and that you will splatter your blood and guts for several yards, because you think it would be an interesting way to go and figure that you will finally get your name in lights and on the news reports.
Only to have a tragedy that is more important than yours bump you from the front pages.
There is no rhyme nor reason as to why things happen the way that they do, or as to why we do what it is that we do them. There is no rhythm to the world that, as it rotates around the sun, makes any kind of logical sense to us nor our ancestors who would, quite frankly, find us to be an amusing form of life.
Imagine, if you will, what your great grandparents would think of you. Or even their great grandparents, and your mind will be boggled to say the least. Now imagine having them as your best friends or neighbors - in their time - can you imagine it. Are you there? Then you know that none of this is...