What An Interesting Life

in #life2 months ago (edited)

Today I decided to take the time to document my day, as the events unfolded.

This — is my story.

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Either the sun came up, my position on this planet rotated into view of the light, or something magical decided to end the darkness from the night before.  How it became to be day is both a mystery and proven by the scientific minds of many who hold firm beliefs.  Regardless of all these mind blowing peculiarities, portions of the meat and juices which make up parts of who I am unintentionally forced me to open my eyes and reenter reality, stripping away a world forgotten the instant I was forced to leave.

Now I am here.

Where am I?

On a bed I did not make, for it was too soon.

Before escaping the firm grips of the warmth and comfort I had somehow experienced without my knowledge for the many hours prior, I came to the conclusion I had no idea what day it was or why it mattered.  All I knew was I'd soon be leaving that location so I could relieve myself in another location after getting the call from the wild.

A few steps away but behind two walls was a bowl of fresh water destined to be polluted by what at one point would have made a great picture, until I devoured everything plated utilizing the bones my face harbors inside of a fleshy hole I did not dig.

What were once glorious trees swaying to and fro — stirred by the winds of my future and former breath — sat snugly on an apparatus designed to hold a role of temporary but necessary relief from getting stains on my garments.  The very same necessary effects soon ready to be placed nonchalantly within a basket of its kind, so they can wait patiently for their moment to shine on the day known as Laundry.

Entering my own personal waterfall but not until the temperature was just right involved several twists of the knob most take for granted.

I admired my knob.

The shampoo bottle does not say when to quit.  This mantra of lather, rinse, repeat would turn anyone who's good at following directions into a standing sea creature of no purpose other than clean.

Deciding to end the vicious cycle after two revolutions seemed like the right thing to do as I found myself once again staring at my knob, wondering if then was the time to give it another twist but in the opposite direction of my current life circumstance.

A sheet of folded material designed to remove excess liquid from the surface of my meat and juices was then applied.  It smelled of the washing machine additives that propel us away into a temporary field full of flowers and singing birds through the power of odor, until it was time to snap back into the reality of my own life choices.

Staring at my face staring back at me was nothing unusual, once again.  Hair was everywhere except where it should have been so I then spent time asking each and every one of these dead creatures to abide by my rules, or face the consequences only something sharp can deliver.

Finally.

I can wake up after all this time to a warm cup of regularly scheduled beverage containing the legal drugs my meat and juices cannot fathom functioning without.

Someone had already placed a convenient handle upon my vessel of nourishment so I thanked nobody aloud for keeping my hand safe from burn injuries, then took the steps leading outside making sure to not spill a drop, thanking myself for removing obstacles on the way out the door the day before after tripping over a shoe, for the last time.

Ah yes.  Nature and the unnatural deck where I shall place my morning thoughts.  Hello world.  I'm home.

The time to think about my day is upon me as I slowly sip my drugs but not too slow or it'll get cold.

What's next?  What should I do today?

After observing several different species of the life that surrounds me and only squishing one, the cup was empty.  Though still feeling unprepared for a new revolution, the knowledge gained from the shampoo bottle was enough to convince me two cups would be better than one.

Rinse and repeat.

Now I sit, minutes later on a day with no plan, wondering where I'll take me next.

The laptop.  Surely I'll find something to do if I open my laptop.

Deciding to document my day was the only plan I could come up with.

Now I must sit here and wait for something extraordinary to happen because so far the day has been like every other, so this should be good.

Three hours later.

Still morning but getting close to noon.  No longer feeling like documenting my day after realizing I have nothing to say about the events since the events didn't happen.  Life was late to the party, once again.

What else...

It has been about five months since I last paid attention.  I wonder what's new in crypt... oh my god!  Bacon wrapped tokens with cute little w's and something about defi I can't defy.  NFT's?  Ninja Fucking Turtles?  I thought they said this was going to be easier in a few years, a few years ago.  By the time I learn, I'll be too late, for all I am is a lonely flummoxed artist on the day nothing happened in a world addicted to making things hard.

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Yorr Ragrets

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Great piece of work that provides a fresh perspective on what is normality for so many of us. Thanks for feeding my imagination by talking about things so mundane.

It was my pleasure.

I think that's the most interesting morning routine I have ever read XD

The shampoo bottle does not say when to quit. This mantra of lather, rinse, repeat would turn anyone who's good at following directions into a standing sea creature of no purpose other than clean

Now I'm wondering if this has happened O_O

Hmm perhaps the Yorr Ragrets being was why that person got that No Ragrets tattoo? It was a warding off charm all along!

I wouldn't be surprised to see someone who had been showering for the past seven years on the next episode of Dr Phil. That would almost seem normal, these days.

Yorr Ragrets will always show up at the most inopportune times to haunt us. That's just how it goes. So you're probably right about that tat.

Thank you. You just made my day after reading crap on the internet this morning.

Now I can go into the world knowing my exciting day in front of the screen sitting on a chair with nowhere to go exciting.

Let the work begin!

Let the mundane routine begin!

Let the sanity wash away into the rain.... oh! Let it begin.

Mate, your dribble is wetting your crutch with nothing but shite. Best end this before it gets to begin.

You found crap - on the internet?

LOL

Yes, oxymoron

I like that top image darkness, as an image it does a fine job showing darkness to me. I do regret I don't see much in Yorr Ragrets, it could be the time shift thing that has my mind a bit fuzzy, or perhaps I just need to look a little longer, but I was never one to believe much in the Rinse and Repeat cycle, although I know humanity is pretty good at doing the same stupid shit over and over again and again.

Darkness image speaks.

Unfortunately when you do the "search google for image" trick, that one doesn't actually lead straight to 'Darkness' as a result, like so much of my other work does.

Yorr Ragrets is just another comic/cartoon character I developed. That's his name and that's what he looks like. It's the first time anyone has seem him.

Now I sit, minutes later on a day with no plan, wondering where I'll take me next.

The laptop. Surely I'll find something to do if I open my laptop.

I immediately thought about replacing the word laptop with mind. I am sure every person's day would change if they would replace one thing with another.

If you were my editor, that's a change I wouldn't have thrown a fit over.

For a moment I thought I was reading Steppenwolf (Herman n Hesse) but a version of the year 2000. It was a pleasure to read it. Greetings

I'll mess around often, experimenting with new styles. All my years doing this though and this is the first time my work has been compared to that work. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. LOL! Glad you enjoyed!

It can also lead to a brilliant new style, and mark the beginning of a great writer's career. Keep going, polishing and sharpening. You never know if the "gold vein" is there, just a few inches away. Take care of your health, a greeting...

Not many people could write about their morning routine as entertainingly as you. The art of writing something about nothing.

This thought process spawned midway through reading an article about how to write posts in five easy steps. I decided to break every rule they, and the two million other authors who wrote that post recommended.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I clearly haven't seen that article either.

I was thinking about putting together a how to write five easy step articles in five easy steps article.

You're right: that's an interesting article. i find it interesting that we have to wear protective masks in stores. How interesting is that?

I wonder if there's an interesting scale we can all use in order to make official interesting measurements.

If only I could rule the world and put everything into my own scale of interesting.

That would be interesting.

It's interesting that people avoid our reality.

Maybe they just don't find it interesting.

i find quite interesting the fact that people accept the theory of a deadly virus uncritically (without asking questions).
By the way, indoctrination = the process of teaching a person or group to accept a set of beliefs uncritically.

Not sure why I am commenting, but what is a comment anyways?

A comment is a string of words comprised mainly of letters which eventually form sentences, presented by a commentator.

ah yes, alas the public audience, oh person C where art thou?

interesting blog with high graphic logo 1st time i see this type of art

Exclusive to this world. Developed only by this brain of mine. You like?

i become big fan of you i really love your creatives
hope one day i will become a artist and writer like you Mr legend

There can only be one Mr. Legend. ;)

This another one of your twiiIsSstęDd pranks?

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I can't take the credit for that one. Open it in a new tab.

Quiet here. Quiet drives me nutty. Music goes well with nuts.

You know what else goes well with.. never mind scratch that.

Yeah man, quiet. :crickets: And it's freezing outside, 64 degrees or something ridiculous!

It's 5 here, but don't be alarmed. That's 41 in your language.

40 what?! Hablo no.