Thursday, 22 October 2009

Like a plastic bag caught in an updraft...

...I am tossed hither and yon on the winds of inspiration and desire.

One day I might be utterly fed up with my profile in the mirror as I stand there in all my (in)glorious nudity thinking to myself "This will not do. Weight must be lost, definition regained" and other days I will feel that the effort involved would be better suited to finding another can of lovely lovely lager.

Or, I might have the urge to write (songs, stories) or paint, or produce some other such creative tour de force, but then the very next day realize I am not that a creative person and can't even summon an interesting blog post.

I want to go buy some fantastic new piece of hardware, reveling in the very act of being alive in this 21st century or wonder and modern technology. And then I realize it's expensive and I would never actually use it.

Now I know a lot of you will have similar thoughts - but the thing that annoys me about my fickle little mind is that my feelings can change multiple times in the same day. How is that sensible and conducive to a sane day-to-day life? Or is it just me that has this??

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

sounds like hormones to me...

Simon said...

Or a 'whore-moaning' as one wag would maybe put it.

Anonymous said...

bwaha-ha

Phil Dawson said...

mate, take complete comfort in the fact that its not just you.

now take horror in that fact that it might must be you and me!

i spend 2 hours writing that poem thing for my blog and i have no idea if anyone read it.

*going out on a limb* how would you feel if no one read your blog? would you still write it?

Manuel said...

if only you could do something about your big blue nose you'd be okay.....