Sunday, March 7, 2010
*Input here* Long Stream of Russian Cursewords.
This is how I feel a lot of times these days.
*Input Here* Theme song for the moment when Clark Kent is racing to the telephone booth for his dramatic transformation into superman.
So, with my finely drawn up plans and lofty aspiration, I decide, ‘Ok, now is the time of change! Today begins the beginning of the rest of my life! Now I will make a difference! Now I will commence to safe the world! So I race into my own proverbial phone booth, ditch my starched office shirt, the straight tie, and change into my superhero attire! Then I step out and proudly beef up my chest! Haaa, the world awaits me now! I lift one hand towards the sky, raise an hind leg and make to take off, then…my music stops! What!!!
It’s as if a cranky director chose that spectacular moment to scream ‘CUT’! Putting a pause to the whole thing!
So there I am, ready to go, and nothing is happening! NOTHING!!!It’s Monday morning, and I’m still here!!
*Input here* Long Stream of Mexican Cursewords. What the h*ck is going on!!!
I happened upon a FB picture yesterday. I’m not sure what was going, but for some reason a couple of people had on matching superman tee-shirts. You know the classic blue with large red emblem. No pun intended, because I’m certain that the intentions were nobel, I just choose to base my frustrated thoughts this morning upon the scenario. Here goes: Oooh, I think it’s sickening! I don’t mean that as insulting. But the bible does say, ‘Hope deferred makes the heart sick”. There’s nothing worse than a grounded superhero! What is the point?! If you would choose to wear the cape, then you ought to fly; you ought to take off! Don’t remain walking on bare ground with us mere mortals.
So sick sick sick I am this morning! Groan***
I’m making an effort to literally quit complaining and b*tch&g about life. I’ve read to embrace the process, and *praise* your way through it. So I will restrict my few slip-ups to the unfortunate keyboard and blogspace that’s close enough to receive my discontent. Its sickening because…whyyyyy place eternity in the hearts of men and then have them grounded!
Just For Information Sake, prior to writing this, I’d decided last night to take a trip down memory lane. So I picked out my old wrting files. Yup, now you can see where this all steamed from. The old plans, the newspaper clippings on theater reviews, the corporate proposals with fat figures….basically, a catalogue of the good, the bad and ugly days gone past. Yes, it felt good to relive the good, but it stung as h*ll to see the finely drawn up plans, the intricate details and…*groan* they are really good plans that would fly! So problem is, I am not seeing the progress!!!
Instead…I’m taking a forlorn walk back to the phonebooth, ditching the superhero costume, and putting back on the cursed starched shirt and funky tie==Work begins in a moment.
*Oh and yeah, toss out the superman soundtrack tune. Instead play soundtrack for the t.v series “scrubs”. Singing: “I’M NO SUPERMAN!!!”
*Input here* Long Stream of Asian swearwords.