The Novelty (Post 2 – CRW150)

There are many things that tag along on a daily basis, struggling to irritate me. I could list them for you, just to give you a run-down. But instead, I’ll simply allude to them and see if you can put your fingers on my meanings, how does that sound? After all, why be so straight forward, when it would be much more fun to puzzle it out a bit. You know, use our noggins.

Endless scraps of papers, taking up room in folders, scrunched at the bottom of bags with no where to go. The writing disappears over time, like faded thoughts of energies well spent. So, what to do with them? Personally, if you know what I’m speaking of, I have a burn day. It’s so satisfying to watch it all go up in smoke!

Then there are continuous electronic trails, leading to everyone jumping on board the runaway conveyance to have their say. After one or two, I’m out, taking the passage going in the opposite direction.
And while it’s sparkling eye candy to peek through all those thoughts and pics on a regular basis, I’d much rather sit and create for a while, to let my mind wander and enjoy the space on the outside of a screen.

However, life in general can be bothersome; debts that need more funds no matter how much you constantly feed them, cars that need expensive new rubber to carry them around on, a patch that’s not supposed to be green yet it’s now overflowing! Call the landscaper and rub off those bills into his gloves.

Don’t forget to renew remedies, so you don’t get ill, and nourish those whiskery mouths before they trample the house apart. These aren’t really hassles but rather responsibilities that can sometimes be a bit of a burden because you are always rushing around like a dervish!

But, for some reason, if we didn’t have little or big things in life to bother us, would we appreciate the calm, peaceful times at all? Would we be able to wander barefoot through slowly dying embers of the firepit just to dare one another? Or scratch a piggy hiney and feel satisfaction? Or lay in a bathtub with no water, just to hear ourselves breathe?
I think not.
I think these are all novelties of my weird, random world, where I endure the inconvenience of miscellaneous displeasures. And I’d not trade it for anyone else’s.