Got up early this morning, the pigeons decided yet again they would act as alarm clocks. Coming down through the tiles, clatter, clatter, then followed by a communal coo cooing. I contemplated a double barrel shot gun, but don't have one and then thought of a blow pipe. A long accurate blow pipe with needle like darts, they wouldn't know what hit them and I'm sure I would not have to registered with some authority for having a dangerous weapon. Dragging myself out of bed now at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday after about 5 hours sleep I will probably go through some kind of coma state during the day. Gym, shopping, (must make a list) DIY store, pressing trousers and bicycles again. Should I take the plunge on a cycle? It will definitely help me exercise and may even help get this belly down. Though I would be loath to use it as transport to and from the Fish factory. The idea of being sweaty and stinky all day long doesn't appeal. Then I get hit with echoes of Aristotle's "you are what you repeatedly do...." great. If this means each time I go to the pub I am starting on the rocky road of fattism I'm in trouble. I wouldn't mind when half the people who go there have certain personality quirks on the obscure. Just to think, some time ago I never frequented the pub and preferred a gym addiction. You are what you repeatedly do. Maybe I'm going through some kind of change or the need and want for a change, or perhaps I'm reminiscing too much for something long ago which does not exist today. Begin able to breath, being fit, having extra stamina and drive where others failed, and most certainly calming down a bit more. So I'm still thinking what to do next. Gym stuff is nearly packed so I'm half committed to it. Better write a shopping list.
Shakespeare is always good for a quote, every play will have a score or more of sayings infiltrated in everyday English. Most of us probably don't realise it. I do like Hamlet, the Mel Gibson version it's been a few years since I've seen it so I might try and fish out the copy from somewhere. I think it's on old video. The quotes are important especially when they have personal meaning. Which no doubt goes for any quote by any person at all. Here's something I have been thinking of lately, it is where Plonius gives advise to his son before he goes away, the speech is actually a lot longer.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!
It is the words "...to thine own self be true..." I'm thinking of. I interpret this to say, if you are feeling happy then be happy, if you have been pushed to a point of anger and can not hold it in, it must come out. For me it takes a lot to push my buttons and make me scream. I usually hold it in, but when I am unable to walk away it explodes. If this outburst happens it can be exacerbated, especially where the protagonist or third party fails to listen as I give account for my actions. Communication has ceased and can only spiral into a worse situation. Their non listening response is a barrage of shit making it worse, they are not understanding. There is ignorance. My resulting counter action is best to say nothing at all. They have failed as a human being to me. Two tense or angry people can never find a solution to the elephant in the room. Each the individual's following actions will determine my next response as the elephant waves it's tail.
Humour however is the greatest releaser of tension, it can flip entirely bad situations into shared learning experiences. But it takes certain sorts of people to use this ploy and know it, to know they should not get sucked into an aggravated situation. Humour is the peacemaker of all strife. Sometimes I receive joke text messages. Once in a while I will pull out my phone and read them. They can help combat a lot of negative feelings including blue sad feelings as well. Most definitely, listening and humour are life rafts in a sea of sharks.
Funny. If you had to see your local quack you'd never get prescribed a bucket of humour pills. Something to think about. To perhaps become an inventor of the humour pill and a rich happy millionaire. Now listen here Doc I've got this idea...
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