Okay, you will rarely hear me say this, – I’m sick, (so is William – but he handles sick differently). 100% bona-fide, down and out sick. But the really twisted thing about me is when I get like this, my sense of humor swings wide left and becomes a mutant from a bad movie. I planned to post a short, to the point post and go on with my day but while searching for one of the pictures I needed my mutant sense of humor took over. I once wrote a short story called “Those Things on The Beach” its part of a collection of short stories (you may check it out on Amazon, “Lurking Legends”, $3.99, Kindle only at this time), anyway, I find the picture I think I want but continue browsing, then can’t find the one I wanted. I find myself calling it “those things on the beach” which sent my brain left of center and I started thinking how sometimes all those mushy, pseudo-romantic, never happen in real life scenarios make me want to gag, which in my feverish state isn’t difficult. Yes, I know I’m rambling. I’m really a romantic deep down although I keep it safe under lock and key until the occasion calls for it. And truthfully there really is no point to this post other than even the most spiritually minded, balanced gurus sometimes get thrown a curve ball and we get sick. My philosophy is that even in our most enlighted state, there remains a thread of our human nature, although I’m really hoping that once out of this physical body the nuisances of illness will be a thing of the past. And, for the record, I think it’s extremely spiritual to see the humor in life, even the less than perfect scenarios (like being sick). Humor is not just a human emotions but one shared by all life, but I’ll save that for another post. Happy Thursday.
This is Romance:
This is Love: