“You know, it was just so interesting to me that a ride could make me so frightened, so scared, so sick, so excited, and so thrilled all together! Some didn’t like it. They went on the merry-go-round. That just goes around. Nothing. I like the roller coaster. You get more out of it.”
~Parenthood, 1989
My current roller coaster ride for today has left me incapable of using my own words…
Rotating mental sandwiches of brooding cheese, sour pickles and chewy, dry chicken slices go round and round and round inside my crackling rotisserie powered thought process.
I involuntarily on purpose try to counteract with sweets, solitary confinement and general fantastical debugging of my programming which, of course, only leads to having to de-reference zero all over again.
So many sounds, so many distractions, so little concentration, so-so attitude, so good night…
When the storms come, it is usually without recognizable warnings. The wind kicks up quick and the clouds burst malevolent buckets of rain. Thunder booms uncontrollably and lightning strikes everywhere more than once. Tepid air becomes heavy making breathing difficult. Without the necessary oxygen getting where it needs to, all sorts of misfires and brown-outs start to occur.
Riding the storm out in a padded shelter is not an option. The light still needs to be on in the lighthouse, the pantry needs to be stocked and the hatches won’t batten themselves. There’s isn’t an umbrella big enough to protect everyone and I can never find my raincoat in time.
So, I end up drenched, buckled-over and pissed off.
All before the actual rain begins to fall…
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