What on Earth is going on?
Negativity from all angles; a tangible darkness that seems hell-bent on spreading misery and unrest throughout the world. These dark forces have permeated around me, strangled and throttled me, and very nearly consumed me totally. Every little thing I have recently come across has either highlighted more of this horrid darkness in the world, or made me feel that everyone on the planet is somehow conspiring against me to seriously spoil my time here.
Drivers cutting me up, cyclists screaming obscenities at me, work colleagues whispering, shopkeepers ripping me off, my mind refusing to come up with anything to write, news reporters obviously delivering only part of the story, favourite TV shows being far from what is expected, and even food not being as delicious as it used to be.
Badness everywhere.
But that’s impossible.
There is no way all of this badness is around and affecting me at this precise time. Foolish to even think that way. Yes, I may have been ‘driven’ to this point by one or two noticeable external events, but I’m the one who is allowing myself to be influenced by them. They are external. Nothing to do with me. And as such they shouldn’t affect me.
Yes, drivers are becoming more discourteous. That is obvious. I am equally discourteous in return; so it isn’t just them. This is just a sign of the times which will not be improving any time soon. Well, not in my town, anyway. I can either continue to let it/them bother me, or just allow it and leave the discourtesy with the other road users, with the hope that one day they too will realise. We’re all only going from A to B. None of us are in a race. And most discourteous drivers are going shopping.
I was driving the other day through some road works, where one lane had been closed off for the workers’ safety (they weren’t there, but it was early in the morning) and a cyclist was wobbling her way erratically beside the traffic cones. I slowed down as I approached her, and overtook her giving her as much space as I could. The language that spewed out of her mouth as she screamed as I passed her was most certainly un-ladylike. There were several other cars behind me that needed to pass her after I did, so I bet she was hoarse by the time she’d finished her tirade. She must have been consumed by the darkness as well.
Work. I’m not allowed to write anything about work, bad or good. It’s a company policy. They (not work, but ‘they’) say if you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything. That says it all.
I went shopping the other day, where the store had a three-for-£3.00 offer on orange juice (£1.07 individually). I didn’t want three, so just bought the two, and found out when I got home that they’d scanned three through, overcharging me 86p. Luckily, I saved another £1.50 on another multi-buy but had to pay 5p for a carrier bag, so I still came out the loser.
Not being able to write has probably trapped all of this current ‘darkness’ inside my mind, hence this rather whiney post. Writing is an escape. Being creative is an escape. The more surreal, the more stupid, the better. Reality is certainly not behaving as real as it used to.
So, after being brought rather unceremoniously close to the edge of packing everything in, something has ripped away the grappling forces from my throat, and punched on the lightbulb – nay! the spotlight – within my head, and illuminated brightly the words ‘bugger it’. Actually, through the tear-filled haze it looked more like ‘flick it’, but you catch my drift. (Metaphorical tears, by the way, from the metaphorical strangling…)
So, I’m now writing through everything. Or drawing. Or PowerPointing. Or painting. Sometimes moaning, but I don’t care.
We live in an increasingly mad mad world, where more and more mad people are crawling out of the woodwork. True colours are revealing themselves everywhere. When will there be a better time to shine?
Apologies if you don’t like silly. I’m going to get silly. Silly helps me to Feel Good. I may even get really stupid. We’ll see. There’s a fine line between madness and genius, they say. See, there they are again. Not that I’m mad or a genius, but I’m somewhere in between. And I can pretend.
I’m going to be more creative than ever during this, our planet’s darkest hour. We need creative people to bring the world back to where it should be. If you’ve stumbled across this post after searching for ‘3 for 2’ offers, and have never blogged before, I urge you to take it up. Be creative. Shine your light on an ever-darkening world. You can blog about anything. Look at this post for example. In fact look at any of my posts… they’re all about ‘anything’! If you don’t want to blog, that’s fine too… just be creative and leave the rest of the world to itself.
And now for some creative silliness. The following picture is another PowerPoint creation. I recently posted a Bowl of Fruit over on my other blog, Splodge and Splatter, and decided to ‘borrow’ a grape from there. This image should have been entitled ‘Gripe against the rage’ but I couldn’t think of how to portray a gripe, so a grape had to do.
And apologies once again for this really bad post. Moany, whiney ones aren’t really my thing. Or is this a new me? And I’ve written a fair bit here, considering I had nothing to write at the beginning… things are looking up already!
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