Addictions

Now and then I heavily envy people proudly declaring something of the sort “I never drink coffee. I have some firm principles in my life, and one of them is never to get addicted to anything” – one of my penpals’ words.

Well, I guess, it takes a lot of strength, mostly mental, to set oneself rules and to follow them no matter what. This “no matter what” is one of the most ridiculous word combinations ever, the gravest of the gravest exaggeration, come to think of it.

Black Saturday

That's how my son defined this day. After all the tears were poured out, the whole world informed on all the swear words his eager brain has accumulated so far (quite a few, I should say), wounded flesh covered in liters of anti-bacterial stuff (first indignantly refused, of course, in a very high-pitched way, – all the neighbours appreciated the volume, no doubt of that), disturbed nerves smoothed with a dozen of cartoons and twice as many chocolates, - he was able to regain his usual critical thinking and conclude that, yes, “bad days do exist, Mum, yes, it's the law of life” (which made me terribly guilty, till today I've had no idea that my “law of life” philosophy has rooted in my child's head so deeply).

Heart and Imagination

There.

That's encouraging. That's something I wholeheartedly believe. Two things matter only: what your heart orders and where your imagination leads you.

At times they are not even separate, they turn into one, especially if you are one of those freakish ones who get easily sparked off and carried away by some fantasy, something completely out-of-this-world and infeasible, probably, - but what does that matter? – and this unthinkable idea suddenly takes the reins, starts controlling your inwards, ordering heart what to feel and what to rest indifferent towards. That’s not that bad a variant, come to think of it, - at least there’s accordance between your mind and soul, so no great fear you’re going to be all torn apart from the inside.

Quotations

I simply adore quotations. All those innumerable apps offering to enlighten my dimmish brain on the great’s clever ideas seldom pass me by, so those smart folks streamlining them can rest assured they’ll always get a slice of lemon to go with their tequila as long as there are not smart folks like me.

Well, it’s not that I see in them an opportunity to brush up on my mental abilities, to get smarter or more broad-minded (a hateful adjective, by the by, the word “broad” just asks me to use it in “broad shoulders” or “broad avenue”, and I’m not at all sure I want my mind to get that extended; in the light of this “Man’s mind stretched by a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions” by O.W.Holmes sounds threatening, noted, probably should cut down on thinking), or to get some inspiration to put my ass together and go into a daily battle (a good hearty kick is much more effective here), or things of that nature, no.

Me, Scarecrow

We all have our pet hates, don’t we? My top two are cold (all my skinny being trembles at the very idea, not to mention experiencing it) and those white Saint-Petersburg nights (a hellish thing indeed! Like an old granny I’ve been rambling on for ages that the time between dusk and dawn must be dark – the blacker the better – and those whitish-grayish shades are nothing but the direst nature’s perversion).

There is also another thing, though. I find it quite hard to label it with some one word; the closest to what I mean here is probably inertia. It’s not that I hate it, it’s just my ardent aspiration to have as little of it as possible – it goes for both myself and people I share this world with. I'll explain but in the first place, just to be clear - I am ordinary.