Is it too much to ask?

Is it too much to ask... for either warmer weather or for this cold to go away? Yup. Too much to ask.

I’ll be content with my warm house.

 

Now the weather is warming... probably what’s triggering more vertigo attacks. Bleeh.

 

I get to enjoy allergies AND MM. Fun.

 

To be as resilient as a weed growing strong through a crack in the sidewalk.

 

I would like to be as resilient as the super dense core of a neutron star.

When concerning relationships, the resilience of a neutron star's core, unlike a black hole, comes with the added benefit of featuring strong interpersonal gravitation, an allure, without being overly grabby, or overly smushy smushy.

A healthy balance of psychological anchoring, reliability, support, & spaghettification.

Fear not the intensely radioactive, all-expunging, planet sterilizing gammer-ray burst, & the subsequent afterglow of light, X-rays, & radio waves often emitted during the birth of a neutron star, as these a) only last for a few hours to a few days & b) are loveable imperfections.

Sunscreen, howbeit, is recommended. Aloe vera, too, for minor burns, dryness, & bodily evaporation &/or boiling.

Nausea & lightheadedness may be experienced.

 

That was one of your best Nathan.

I sometimes wonder what your profession is. But can't narrow it down beyond professional brainiac.

 

I'm definitely not an English teacher, nor an internationally renown trapezist, Pupper, that's for certain.

 

I would love to be an internationally renown trapezist, now that I think of it.

Very few things are as thought provoking, & as marvelous as the cosmopolitan atmosphere of an artful circus.

What better way to spend one's youthful, vivacious years than to travel, or to study while traveling the world as an acrobat for an accomplished circus, to then perhaps manage it in older age?

Towering & elegant marquees. Sandy floors & powdered hands. Costumes & hoopers. Intricate & colourful lighting piercing shadow & mood. Acrobats, contortionists, & trampolinists. The charming laugh lines & crows feet exposed by limelight, beneath the heavy makeup of a boisterous clown. Skill & athleticism. Ambiance heavy with intrigue. The phantasmagoria of night. Timeless characters, warming peculiarities, & the grand bizarre.

 

Loved your post Nathan. Gotta get myself to a circus. I've never been to Circ de Soliel (and don't know how to spell it). Or if you know of any other, let me know.

 

Allergy season to go away!

 

For me to never have to hear this song again? I hate it will all my might. It's the sound of an adept songwriter, (Lindsy Buckingham) late in career and out of ideas, so he easily formulates radio-friendly congealed crap and it's JUST good enough for the big corp record companies of the time to fool the masses with. This is an angry post. I'm sorry if you all like the song. Can a cheap chorus be as evil as a Nazi? I think so. I want to murder the chorus. "Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies. TELL ME TELL ME LIES. Oh NO you can't disguise..." HATRED!!!!!!

 

You’re very fortunate, Pupper if getting angry over a dumb song is all you have to worry about. A cheap chorus as evil as a Nazi? Seriously?

May I recommend a book that I’m reading right now? It may help you get some perspective.

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson.