Category: writing

In the money

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I could choose to be rich. Having a couple of million bucks wouldn’t be so bad would it? Maybe shove some in a safe if needs be, just in case you need to access a stash. Hey, there’s nothing like instant gratification on a limitless basis. You’re in the money. You’ve won the lotto. Wahhhh, yeahhh!! Stick the bills, they suck anyway!

Go book a holiday. Maybe a cruise somewhere. That should be fun. But where? Maybe I’ll think about it later. Mmm, and with all this moolah I can settle my debts and fix numerous pending issues. But they’re not important anymore because I can pay them out – pay anyone out. Yippee!

Yes, I have a conscience. Why should I feel guilty (sitting around while everyone’s working away)? I can surely help my immediate loved ones and give them something. Be charitable. Hey, plenty to go around. Then again, I should count it up or get a finance adviser or some such. Bonds and securities – that sort of thing. Diverse portfolio. Invest and offset the tax. Yep, they’ll tell me what to do. Why worry about it? It’s just money and with enough of it the compound interest is incredible. Wowwwwwww!! Like a bloody mushrooming cloud. Booooommm!I wish..

Complaints

What do you complain about the most?

I could list my pet peeves but I hesitate to reveal too much of myself in the process. Or is it really to do with offending others? Then again, what does it hurt to come clean once in a while. But why complain at all? Better to take action. Besides, people have enough problems then to hear about mine. I’d like to think I’ve matured and become more tolerant, that one day I will shed my former intolerant self and become truly enlightened. But maybe I’m dreaming (probably). Oh, I have my complaints and they are many – thieving, blackmailing, torturing, embezzling, laundering, deceiving, stampeding, poisoning, cannibalism, nihilism, cultism, sadism, pessimism, extortion, perversion, intoxication, brutalism, contamination, algorithms, death by asphyxiation, telemarketing, trafficking, shop lifting, parole violating, pyramid selling, stalking, forging, roadkill collecting, racketeering, mobile throwing, all forms of provoking..

Ghosts are real

What’s something you believe everyone should know.

I don’t know because I don’t know everybody. There’s always someone (out there) who you can’t entirely appreciate unless you’re Buddha or the like. You spend most of your formative years learning until your ‘cup runneth over’ only to realise (even if only partly enlightened) that you don’t really appreciate anything. Then you lose your close friends and realise the party’s over. The ones that don’t make it. They’re so close you can think their very thoughts – and find you’re still talking to them. What do you think of this or that? Would you do things differently? What a laugh as you share a joke or two – in your mind. Don’t look back. Never look back. But God, what a party. Some exquisite moments. Ghosts are real. They’re just souls in the ether.  

Paying attention

What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

My whole life needs attention. Sometimes I wonder if I actually appreciate what it means to pay attention let alone the details of my life that need attending. I can stand to attention but seem to fail to pay attention. Well, sometimes. Sometimes I have no choice but attend my daily needs and then wonder if I can attend to ambiguous fantasies and futile ambitions. Stuff like that. Hey, I couldn’t even recognise valuable distraction, forbidden temptations, impossible dreams. Maybe I should pay attention to dreams. Strange, I can’t remember them. What good is that? Maybe I’m actually living backwoods. Like starting from the end and going through to the beginning. Am I mad? 😀