Misdiagnosing Words
Yo-ho-ho!
I had something intelligent to say earlier, but I forgot it. Oh! Right! I may be finding a place to live soon! I even made a cool map of all the things I do: students, church, a class I take, etc. It's color and symbol coded. It's kind of exciting!
It's sort of like a back-to-school project: going back to school isn't quite exactly fun, but it's fun to get a new binder, find cool folders, and purchase other organizational stuff.
Moving itself won't be exactly fun, but the details around it are kinda exciting honestly. A new adventure, a new chapter: I wonder what awaits!
Whenever I listen to music in my car, it's either Pandora or my library on shuffle. With Pandora, I can at least anticipate the genre. On shuffle, however, I never know what's going to play next. It's kinda exciting. It could switch from soothing classical to dubstep at any moment!
Often, it seems that people fear what they don't know and hate what they fear. I think one of the healthiest lessons a bloke can learn is to embrace the unknown. This isn't an airtight method to face everything, but it's helpful for a lot of tasks.
In other news, there's too much other news.
What can I tell you? Life is slow. Slow and steady wins the race — as they say. Some would say I'm sorely losing the race, but you'd be surprised how many people don't believe their own words.
Sometimes, it's easier to recite words from other people. I've heard some of the most insane things pop out of real human mouths — but, after hearing the same things pop out from enough mouths, you can almost see how the ideas propagate: like diseases.
Aye, there's the rub: sometimes, it's hard to distinguish between poison and words when they spout from the same source. I'll tell you what: I've reacted poorly on many occasions because I mistook words for poisons. Can you blame me? I guess you can. Though doctors (et al) misdiagnose frequently, it's still not acceptable.
So you can blame me. Still, it takes two to tango.
I don't know who ever made up that phrase, because it really doesn't. I mean, it's a lot more fun with two people tangoing together, but you can at least practice by yourself. You can even look kinda fancy by yourself.
In any case, I've heard some crazy things.
I had something intelligent to say earlier, but I forgot it. Oh! Right! I may be finding a place to live soon! I even made a cool map of all the things I do: students, church, a class I take, etc. It's color and symbol coded. It's kind of exciting!
It's sort of like a back-to-school project: going back to school isn't quite exactly fun, but it's fun to get a new binder, find cool folders, and purchase other organizational stuff.
Moving itself won't be exactly fun, but the details around it are kinda exciting honestly. A new adventure, a new chapter: I wonder what awaits!
Whenever I listen to music in my car, it's either Pandora or my library on shuffle. With Pandora, I can at least anticipate the genre. On shuffle, however, I never know what's going to play next. It's kinda exciting. It could switch from soothing classical to dubstep at any moment!
Often, it seems that people fear what they don't know and hate what they fear. I think one of the healthiest lessons a bloke can learn is to embrace the unknown. This isn't an airtight method to face everything, but it's helpful for a lot of tasks.
In other news, there's too much other news.
What can I tell you? Life is slow. Slow and steady wins the race — as they say. Some would say I'm sorely losing the race, but you'd be surprised how many people don't believe their own words.
Sometimes, it's easier to recite words from other people. I've heard some of the most insane things pop out of real human mouths — but, after hearing the same things pop out from enough mouths, you can almost see how the ideas propagate: like diseases.
Aye, there's the rub: sometimes, it's hard to distinguish between poison and words when they spout from the same source. I'll tell you what: I've reacted poorly on many occasions because I mistook words for poisons. Can you blame me? I guess you can. Though doctors (et al) misdiagnose frequently, it's still not acceptable.
So you can blame me. Still, it takes two to tango.
I don't know who ever made up that phrase, because it really doesn't. I mean, it's a lot more fun with two people tangoing together, but you can at least practice by yourself. You can even look kinda fancy by yourself.
In any case, I've heard some crazy things.
I am sorry you ingested some poison by mistaking it for words, my friend, but glad that you later received the clarity that begins the antidote. Moving will be a new chapter indeed.
ReplyDeletePreviously, I would have agreed with your comments on the expression "it takes two to tango," but after having actually tried tango (finally), I no longer doubt the old adage:
https://writersblock2buildingblocks.blogspot.com/2018/01/tango-and-trust.html
I've mistaken many words for poisons — and rejected when I should not have.
DeleteI've mistaken many poisons for words — and noticed too late that it was killing me.
PS: I love that you're writing!