hath no fury like

Okay, now I don’t have a particular religion, this allows me to look at all religions with an unbiased eye and decide what I like about them and what I think is “Oh my word people are daft enough to believe that?”.

One thing I don’t get in a few popular religions is the whole concept of hell.

I mean basically most gods are portrayed as loving gods who love their little humans regardless of our faults and flaws.

Why ever then would this loving being create a hell? Or allow one to exist? (The critter made everything in existence and is all powerful so if any hell exists it's there only with his/her/its say so.)

I find that sort of thinking a bit dodge. Makes me glad to be a heathen and out of that karmic loop right there!

I think, if there is a god, he/she/it is probably a jolly nice person with an excellent sense of humour (Just think of the platypus or the funny faces people pull during sex, I mean come on, there’s someone who likes to laugh!) And I don’t think said creator would be a meanie and punish their bad followers or non followers in a hell for all eternity. The being is all powerful for goodness sake! I don’t see it snapping it’s non existent fingers in time to the rhythm of people's screams, snickering, "I gave you free will and now I'm punishing you for using it!"

Beliefs are good and well and spirituality is just dandy, but I think, if at all possible, for your own sanity and respect to the powers that be, maybe try avoid organized religion, it just messes with your head!

And if you just ignore everything I said here then fine, whatever, go to hell!
:P

Of Vim and Vigour! Or not!

Sunday!

There's no better day to do all those wee chores you were planning to! Tidy your room, clean the kitchen, draw some cartoons and get your bits and bobs in order! There's really no better time for it!

Which is really utterly too bad because i spent today, the WHOLE day, lounging about and goofing off in a way that would make the moss that grows in sloth's fur even more green with envy!!
I tell you the hardest thing I did all day was decide what to eat for lunch and if I should polish my left toenails first, or my right? (I chose left, I seem to have a natural bias to that direction, left always seems more quirky then stodgy old right, don't you think?)

I chatted on the net, drank water (when I finally convinced myself to get up and pour it) and started watching Sabrina. I tell you, it takes it out of you! I'm completely ravished! I need to sit down... oh wait... I am...

Tomorrow is Monday! Up at 4am, exercise, catch the train, walk, work, walk, more work, walk, another train, and home again, home again, Jiggity Jig!

And that rather alarming pattern shall be 5 days in the making!
Can you blame me for wanting to do nothing with all the energy I can muster?

But that's about all I can say for defending my deliciously wicked ways, any more is added brain power I'm saving for a special occasion (maybe Wednesday).

Enjoy the last of your Sunday, I know I will! ^_-

Fight fight fight!

Life.
Can be a real bastard sometimes.

For me it loves to take what I think I know of the world, (especially when I'm starting to feel stable and steady on my hooves) and giving it all a good bone rattling shake that spills all the wisdom from the cup of my brow absolutely everywhere so that it ends up just another stain on my fluffy carpet of existence.
It's very annoying.

I believe in being optimistic. I feel that change - when it has to come barging in like a whirlwind of 'HA! bet you didn't see that coming?!' - generally leads to something better.

But sheesh now again?! I haven't had enough big bastards barging in already? Apparently not..

I sadly admit that getting through this change and moving forward again... well it's gonna take a lot of effort, hopeful thinking, friendly hugs and soft, 2ply tissues. *sniff*

I know this will blow over and that one day I'll look back with a wry smile and sympathy for Jovvi-in-the-now, knowing it was meant to be and meant to happen and other very peppy sounding platitudes spouted in books written by Doctors with dodgy degrees and large followings of devoted female acolytes.

But until that happens I think I'm going to mope for a bit, nurse my wounds, put sad, sappy music on and drench my sleeves in eye fluids.

But I still feel like munching on an apple. So see, it can't be all that bad right?

I saw a film about this once...

Hollywood has made love out to be something it can't ever hope to be. A 100% cure all, a triumph-er over lesser worldly needs, an almighty cosmic force that banishes all your troubles and woes in it's wake. How strong! How noble! How divine!
And admittedly when you first fall for someone that's exactly what it feels like! You're on top of the world, life is yours for the taking and you are going to take it with savage impunity!!!!

Problem is in Hollywood, after the lovers get together that's pretty much it. The show ends and everyone lives on in celluloid happily ever after. Maybe popping up in a sequel with a quick tiff that's easily solved and back to the loving mosh pit they go!

In real life though, we carry on. We put one foot in front of the other and we live, day in and day out and if we're lucky then love becomes part of our lives and we get to look at our partner, so many days, months, years down the line and remember why we love them so much, even though they do leave the toilet seat up or forget to turn off the freaking tap how-hard-can-it-be?!

And if we're not so lucky then things begin to fray. Other needs begin to wear down love, other things begin to latch on and suck the life out of it with vampiric glee. And one day you wake up and you realize that love, gorgeous thing that it is, isn't enough! Not on it's own! It needs support from other facets in your life, and when instead those facets turn on it, no amount of love and warmth and cuddles will be able to over come it.

Okay yes, this does sound awfully morbid. But the facts remain the facts. Love is powerful and it can do amazing things!! It can also fail. It can wither. It can even die. Whether or not we are ready for it!

~~~BUT!~~~

Life does bring changes, and sometimes those changes are scary and fierce looking and we shiver so mightily in our little yellow boots, but that doesn't mean it's not for the good! Even the greatest tragedy will have some some good come from it! Even the saddest grave site can still grow flowers!

And so maybe love wasn't strong enough THIS TIME, well you know what? There is always a next time! We cut our painful loses and we try move on as best we can, scarred, battered and bruised but wiser too. Because who knows, maybe next time is our time! And we'll "get lucky" and love will, in that instance, be exactly right and exactly enough! We blaze with hope even when we think we can't hope anymore, because of maybe. If and maybe!!

Please god maybe!!

*Screen fades to black, roll credits*

I wonder

Why do people always say, when miffed at a fellow human being, or item that is not playing along with their plans, "What a pain in the ass!!"

Why the ass?
Why does that rather unfortunate piece of anatomical equipment always have to be the one hurting over things?

Why not a pain in the elbow? Or heart? Or the head?

What is this fetish with rear end agony?
What did your butt ever do to you?

I should never have taken Philosophy in Uni...

Sensory underload

The first thing you notice is the noise.
But it's not noise like you know.
It's so different you can't think of it as noise.
It's just not....proper.

The darkness isn't complete yet you don't open your eyes to alleviate the blackness because, for a while at least, you know that would do more harm then good. And besides, it's so much more fun in the dark!

All around you is a warmth so akin to your skin it feels as though it too doesn't exist, yet only one subtle movement will instantly remind you that its there.

There is no scent.
No sound.
No taste.
No touch.
No sight.
You're totally deprived of your senses.
Vulnerable, yet you feel secure and safe.

For a moment you just hang there perfectly.

But then the need to breath harries you,violently shakes your lungs till you have to give in and come back up out of the bath water gasping, head capped in white frothy bubbles.

Again!!

Sick in the Bed

Oh dear! 4 days in and I still have lively coughing and a voice that has gone south for the winter! (Mind I can talk, I just sound like maybe I've been rather badly concealing the fact that I'm a teenage boy who's voice has finally bRoKeN...)

You never, ever appreciate your health quite so much as when you're sick! Suddenly you remember romping through meadows (a classic one with green, green grass and little wee dandelions all about - let's do this right), taking in deep lungfuls of air without then coughing and hacking them up, breathing through your nose without sounding like a blocked loo pipe...
Such magical moments!

And now you sit, huddled in a ball of sniffly misery, and wonder if life will ever be that way again? Or if you're doomed to spend an eternity with a body that does the Rumba each time you try breath in and a nose that runs so much it holds a record in the 100m dash!

You then compliment yourself on you're talent for extreme melodrama!

So to everyone out there who's a little under the weather and not up to 100% on the fuel gauge, here's to a speedy recovery! For ALL of us!!
*COUGH!*