Corners. They’re scary, deadly and dangerous. For many reasons.
When we’re sad, we cry in the corner. Yes, it’s not a comfortable place to cry in, but we go there. It makes us to see everything from that place. An incoming danger or – god forbid – a someone, who would like to calm us down.
We hide in the corner, when we are threatened. It’s the last place in the room, where you can go to. But not a safe one. Once you’re there, you barely leave that space without an easy fight and few scratches. That’s connected with the expression ‘to be driven into a corner’. Your enemy knows, he’s a bigger monster and you are just scared dwarf in the corner. His big arms will hardly let you leave the corner, just because you want to. Corners are traps.
Even when we want to punish our own (or perhaps a foreign) children, we send them to shame. And where is usually the place? Yes! It’s a corner! I know, what exactly you think – ‘damn corners!’, right? ‘Why do we either need them?!’ And you feel like, you wanna protest in front of town hall with transparents about bad corners. That’s alright. Do it. But just in your mind.
There’s and old joke: “Do you know, why policemen live in a roundhouse?”
“Because they don’t have to worry about someone, who would like to assail them around the corner.”
Circular corners are a great idea. We should build them right now. For many reasons.
“Thank God, it’s Friday!” – that’s how my every friday morning starts. Usually I get up late, I don’t want to get a toe from my warm bed! This friday I feel extremely exhausted. This week I had a lot of stress because of my dental problems, too much work and other worries. Plus the weather acts as a pubescent teenager. – The most worse combination.
And when I have no plan for a weekend, my thoughts run to the I SHOULD brain center and for more fun they keep opening the CHAMBER OF CONSCIENCE door. THANK YOU!
There are some picks what I SHOULD do during the weekend: Continue reading
..are laughing to something in your head and you can’t stop.
I love these moments when my brain dares and my fantasy goes ‘wild’.
Usually it hapens in a weird situation, like when I transport my ass with public and I accidentally blank stare at someone’s shoes and then I start to laugh.
It happens at work, when I should say something really clever or fascinating. Instead of that I remember a story what my boss told me in the morning. And I edit it in my head. I am picturing a husband of my boss in red high heels, going outside in the morning because their dog crunched all his shoes and he had no other choice 😀
Or It happens because I want to. It helps me a lot during a stress. Don’t get frustrated. Always when you are pissed off, imagine a crazy situation. It’s a therapy. Like a Riddikulus spell from Harry Potter.
They are waiting. Silently. They are calm and quiet. They know, it is coming. The moment of sacrifices. Sacrifices for nothing. Own fame. Own destiny. Own family? No. Then. There was no family. No space for the family. They are ready to destroy everything. Including their families, identities, relationships, maybe a planets. Even a galaxies.. They are ready to destroy themselves! There is no question ‘why?’. You know why. You already know the answer. You know the reason. You know what are they. And you know, what will happen with them.
There you are. Smart, maybe with a good heart. You know, you can’t help. And you are afraid, they will get you. Catch you and touch you. That innocent person. Without doubts.
You know how it ends. And you are not the chosen one.
Pic Credit: PETA
Maybe you have noticed an article about a semen in a mayo from McDonald’s from 26th May.
Few hours after, the ugly clown made his move at hoax-slayer and called it a hoax.
But let me talk to the crowds..
Pic Credit: Joanna-Lee (Deviant Art)
Let’s be realists and admit WWIII has already started. Somehwere in the background, away from our beautiful eyes. There are many questions bothering me. Like: “How far will it go? Will it stay at position of verbal battle through the media or someone will pull the trigger first?”
Should I either plan my future? Should I have kids? What if there will appear another Uncle Adolf scarecrow again? Yelling to the megaphone being LGTB plus thousands of other things are wrong and we have to die. Then taking me away from my future kids and dog, present wife, guinea pigs, cats and make my heart to explode.
The middle EU rat hole
As I live in the ‘heart of Europe’, more I feel like living in the hemorrhoid of Europe. Not even close to this side, not even close to that side. And when the time will come, we will be little chicken sh*ts on the sole, as we have always been (not literally quoting how UK described us in WWII).
In the safety of Underground (?)
So I have been thinking. If there would be tanks comming through our streets again, soldiers marching over the squares.. Where could we hide?
Space – not enough money for a spaceship. New Zealand or another island – impossibru. Every island country or island which belongs to any country would be involved in war at this side or that side. Antarctica – nope. That will be definitely a testing area and the icebreakers followed by military ships would accidentally kill us. There is no much options left. I think the best option is an underground, sleeping volcano or a safe cave. There we go. After thousands years we will run back to the caves. Because of ourselves.
The Picture is related to the movie Grave of the Fireflies.
Tell me in the comments, where would you hid! (Because I am curious).