Have You Ever Heard A Fly Laugh??

Some things that really challenge me are probably quite silly to others but I'm often challenged throughout summer in particular by that little nuisance - the household fly.

I don't mean in a way that's easily fixed with a good burst of fly spray or a plastic swat from the $2.00 Shop.
I mean that one pesky little mongrel that is the one in a zillion with a functioning brain that was bred just to piss me off!.

It always appears when I'm sitting watching something really interesting on TV and it KNOWS the fly spray can is empty and the fly swat is somewhere around but no-one knows where.

It lands usually at the hairline, top centre of my forehead and I swear, it seems to triple in size when it lands - and it ALWAYS does it in a way that makes me jump.

I slap it away but then, it hovers - just out of reach and to the side where I can't quite see it and after a few seconds - it zooms in again.

By this time I'm really pissed off and start battering my head and cursing at the little @@#$%.

This battle goes on for ages until I end up getting off my butt and leaving the arena.

Have you ever heard a fly laugh? It's not a pleasant sound

Liz Gilbert Knows A Few Things I Reckon

No-one speaks an absolute truth on life and romance more profoundly than Elizabeth Gilbert.

I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences - "addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story".

It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and rolling excitement. 

Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is withheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). 

Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. 

Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. 

The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. 

So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self."

So true Liz....so true!

Man - The Great Unlearned

I was watching a beautiful documentary on TV this morning on wild creatures, living and roaming free and I thought to myself how organised this society of creatures are compared to we so called higher animal order creatures - and we have the audacity to call them"wild" and "untamed".!

They have beautiful societal infrastructures and an order to their lives that rarely changes - it is simply about surviving their allocation of time on this earth, they don't abuse, rape, murder on a scale that cripples their own on a physical, mental or spiritual plane and they instinctively know that their lives may be a challenge but it is a challenge borne of natural circumstance which they accept as their destiny.

Man, in comparison, is a moron!.