Monday, November 15, 2010

Good News or Wait a Minute, Plus, Odd Feelings

I've been getting all sorts of weird, good news. It's mind blowing, how many good things are going to happen to me. I say going to happen because so far, out of these zillions of good news tidbits I've been receiving, none of them can, or have yet to be verified. So, let's say might happen. I am a pessimist by nature/optimist depending on what day it is. Mostly I am a pessimist. But it's weird when it seems like all good news, all piled up in a good looking pile. You start thinking, well, what can you do, good things are going to happen whether you like it or not.

For example, I thought I was just burning the beans. I could smell them, deliciously, where I am, and that usually means they are burning in the kitchen. Turns out, they were cooked to perfection and perfectly content to just be cooked and not smoking and blackening. Something, someone has got it out for me in some good way, it seems, and it's not just the beans.

That makes you nervous. And then, brace yourself, it turns out that all the things you've been hearing about could happen, but have not, and will not until there is some sort of weird waiting period. In the meantime, you can wait for emails to be returned, applications to sit around, and for yourself to get it in gear to really make some stuff happen (the hardest of all if you're drained of confidence).

So, I wait, somewhat anxiously. But not so bad. One thing about being a pessimist is that you are trained to not get your hopes up. And, you tell yourself, good stuff just comes with responsibilities that are hard to cope with and besides, you get enough good stuff and you lose your complaint privileges.

And, now, on to fruit. It started to build up, my suspicions about fruit. I've told you about mangos that I suspected had a center that was filled with bees, and it turned out I was wrong. But I know that those suspicions were put in my head for some real reason, fruit is just too good for it to not have some weird, ulterior motive. The last thing I ate was a persimmon that I was sure was rigged to blow. So, for awhile, I'm off the stuff completely.

Please enjoy the rest of your day.


  1. And pineapples do look a lot like big hand grenades...