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productive Category: Life
Any of you that know me know that I have issues letting go. Albeit a wrinkled old sweater or a person in my life. Some of you have been held onto in my life so tight that I'll never let you go, where others I just want to permanently evict them from my head.
You know the type, the ones who creep into your mind at the most inopportune moments and don't deserve the electricity that your nerve impulses waste on them.
I have a few of those such "what might have been" creatures. And just today have I realized how to get rid of them. Allow me to share:
I had already retired for the night and was watching Fairy Tale on Sci-Fi and I had an epiphany important enought for me to get up out of bed and share it.
I now know how make them leave. It's a technique that I have subconsciouly employed for quite some time. Let me explain. . .
I am always attracted to people that have abilities and qualities that I do not possess. Some good, some evil. Mostly gray however. Each one of those individuals also has one particular trick that seems to fascinate me more than any other trait.
Example: Flipping an egg in a pan with out a spatula. Sounds crazy, right? Yes, quite possibly. Inconsequential in the grand scheme of things? Definitely. Vitally important to me? Also an affirmative. It was simply something I couldn't do. My inability to do this one thing, left space open in my head for a certain nameless individual. No matter how hard I tried or how much practice I had, I couldn't get that blasted egg to turnover properly in the pan and not land on the counter or worse just give a weak little wiggle and not even come close to becoming airborne. On the morning of my 20th birthday, I was cooking myself breakfast and on a whim I tried, one last time. Almost magically the egg went up in the air, did a perfect somersault and landed dead center of the pan. I nearly cried. Not only had I accomplished something I had never been able to do before, I also felt exorcised of a particularly long dwelling evil entity, and I haven't looked back. Of course there is the requisite bi-monthly "I wonder how so-and-so is faring these days" thought but no consuming interest. In the flip of an egg it was all over.
I'm not as mad as I sound, I promise.
I'm just fundamentally extremely competitive. If I can do it then I don't need someone else to do it for me. It's not even a matter of it being a useful skill like starting a fire with two sticks (which by the way I can already do, so no one's catching me on that one), it's far more likely to be something as irrelevant as flipping a bloody egg.
Note to self: No more BBC for me.
Now, onto my current project, which I have nearly succeeded with. I choose not to share what this particular talent is, because if I shared then many more people would know who and what this is in reference to than I should truly like to divulge. Suffice it to say, once again my hetero life-mate, who is commonly someone's demise, let's call it a demon's demise, quite literally in this case, has both made the mess and cleaned it up. (And yes, Mary Magdalene, I can. Almost. At least near enough for it to count, and I'll show you when I'm good enough to be proud.)
Also remember that little pitches have big ears. Many of you know exactly what I'm talking about here, and while I truly welcome any comments on the validity of this theory, I would appreciate the avoidance of any name naming or obvious references.
Have any of you ever had similar issues? Or used similar tricks? I'd love to know. . . I know I have readers and lurkers, but rarely commenters. . .
You know the type, the ones who creep into your mind at the most inopportune moments and don't deserve the electricity that your nerve impulses waste on them.
I have a few of those such "what might have been" creatures. And just today have I realized how to get rid of them. Allow me to share:
I had already retired for the night and was watching Fairy Tale on Sci-Fi and I had an epiphany important enought for me to get up out of bed and share it.
I now know how make them leave. It's a technique that I have subconsciouly employed for quite some time. Let me explain. . .
I am always attracted to people that have abilities and qualities that I do not possess. Some good, some evil. Mostly gray however. Each one of those individuals also has one particular trick that seems to fascinate me more than any other trait.
Example: Flipping an egg in a pan with out a spatula. Sounds crazy, right? Yes, quite possibly. Inconsequential in the grand scheme of things? Definitely. Vitally important to me? Also an affirmative. It was simply something I couldn't do. My inability to do this one thing, left space open in my head for a certain nameless individual. No matter how hard I tried or how much practice I had, I couldn't get that blasted egg to turnover properly in the pan and not land on the counter or worse just give a weak little wiggle and not even come close to becoming airborne. On the morning of my 20th birthday, I was cooking myself breakfast and on a whim I tried, one last time. Almost magically the egg went up in the air, did a perfect somersault and landed dead center of the pan. I nearly cried. Not only had I accomplished something I had never been able to do before, I also felt exorcised of a particularly long dwelling evil entity, and I haven't looked back. Of course there is the requisite bi-monthly "I wonder how so-and-so is faring these days" thought but no consuming interest. In the flip of an egg it was all over.
I'm not as mad as I sound, I promise.
I'm just fundamentally extremely competitive. If I can do it then I don't need someone else to do it for me. It's not even a matter of it being a useful skill like starting a fire with two sticks (which by the way I can already do, so no one's catching me on that one), it's far more likely to be something as irrelevant as flipping a bloody egg.
Note to self: No more BBC for me.
Now, onto my current project, which I have nearly succeeded with. I choose not to share what this particular talent is, because if I shared then many more people would know who and what this is in reference to than I should truly like to divulge. Suffice it to say, once again my hetero life-mate, who is commonly someone's demise, let's call it a demon's demise, quite literally in this case, has both made the mess and cleaned it up. (And yes, Mary Magdalene, I can. Almost. At least near enough for it to count, and I'll show you when I'm good enough to be proud.)
Also remember that little pitches have big ears. Many of you know exactly what I'm talking about here, and while I truly welcome any comments on the validity of this theory, I would appreciate the avoidance of any name naming or obvious references.
Have any of you ever had similar issues? Or used similar tricks? I'd love to know. . . I know I have readers and lurkers, but rarely commenters. . .
 | Currently watching: Fairy Tale - A True Story Release date: 11 November, 2003 |
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