So last week I was chatting with the New Guy at Work (NGaW) and he mentions that someone was arrested back in April while poking around the dumpster outside the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) and that he CLAIMED TO BE FROM THE FUTURE and subsequently DISAPPEARED from his room at the mental health facility where he was detained.
I found this whole thing surprising for several reasons:
1) I was unaware that something so bizarre had happened for almost 5 months
2) NGaW is also nerdy enough to read up on the LHC
3) People apparently still wear tweed in the future rather than head-to-toe silver lame (imagine the accent mark, folks)
Do you ever feel like you have a choice to make? You could go on with your skeptical views, you can listen to the teacher and assume that some things are just not possible...or you could exit the herd, leave the other sheeple behind, and open your eyes to the possibility that ripples out there along the edges.
Kit-kats for everyone in a communist chocolate hellhole!?! I wonder if it means what we understand it to mean or if language has just evolved.
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Imagine a sunny day at the beach with ginormous, hurricane waves, an opinionated 3-year-old, and a whole bunch of people who can't see how desperately you want to be alone. Imagine a long walk down the beach and a wrestling match in the public restroom (with said 3-year-old), a large cup of french fries and a threatening horde of gulls tracking your every move. Struggle to think only happy thoughts about this precious child--the antidote to every rotten feeling you've had over the past 3 years.
Feel your nerves stretch under the strain. Pluck one. It's a high C.
Finish the fries, hand the kid a bucket and shovel, sit down on the chair that you lugged all the way here and haven't used once. Don't cave in. Take a break. She can get over it.
Look up for no particular reason. See a lone butterfly fighting the wind. Watch it beat a drunken path across the dunes. Smile as it approaches and smacks your grouchy daughter right in the face. Try not to cry when she laughs. Wave good-bye as it flies away.
Watch it disappear into the rippling edge.
Feel better.
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I just love the way you write. Also, glad to know I'm not the only one who sometimes struggles to only think good thoughts about their precious three year old.
ReplyDeleteDue to the fact that I am reading this far too late at night, on first reading I thought NGaW WAS the man who was poking around in the LHC's dumpster! On a second reading, I am considerably less confused and have less of an urge to tell you to consider backing away from NGaW!
ReplyDeleteI love the fact that whenever I'm feeling sentimental about J, she seems to pick up on it. Last time, that resulted in a spectacularly vicious head butt to my nose. My husband heard the crunch. It's a tricky one. Maybe even without the back story that our girls have. x