Monthly Archives: September 2012
The drug of obsession, still sought with severity.
The frantic pursuit is bogged with despair,
The ecstasy remnants daubed with err.
The needle’s depleted, the traces remain.
The presence retreated, the memories engrained.
The euphoric sensation, emotionally thwarted.
The attainable elucidation is perplexed and distorted.
My addiction is plain, happiness my fixation.
My ability to obtain, manifested in desolation.
And so I remain enslaved to humanistic desires.
Immersed in cessation and what the future transpires.
I’ve been engrossed in absent minded automobile steering during my exstintsive. (You see what I did there? To save internet space I conducted a merger of extensive and stint…Hm, although, now, this explanation of such Tom Foolery negates my initial purpose. Pooey.) I have been incorporating the aforementioned activity to alleviate the contention that is circumnavigating the vessels of my mind.
Is this an effective strategy?
After heavy scrutinization I have established a concluded concurment. The strategy is effective given proper auditory balance. In layman’s terms that means: do not listen to melancholy melodies sad songs. To achieve happiness one has to want it. The band that puts me right in the head (Am I ever truly right in the head?) is Vampire Weekend. Even their glumified songs sound chipper. And so I just tune in, turn off, drop out, drop in, switch off, switch on and explode.
Explode you say? No. I type it apple-slice; get with it.
Anyhow, I have noticed explosions of road rage. Actually, I am unsure if what I do would be consider road rage. Perhaps it dons no classification. I question this so because during the act of, typed road rage, I am lacking true anger and aggression. Let me explain…
When performing the activity, I have this need to adhere to my code of driving. Rule #34 states that if driving on a two lane road and a merger is approaching that I should speed past the car in the opposite lane so that I am not forced to suffer sitting behind one more car. So I try to speed past them in attempt to secure the first place position. Usually I am successful in my expeditions, but I never quite think it through.
So what happens? I get to drive slowly behind the semi that is now directly in front of me.
I suppose I live for the instantaneous high. Unlike others I know, who drive like EMT’s juiced on coffee and smoothie kicks, my driving is pretty sane, so I thoroughly enjoy these little victories. Also, if you ever saw my car, you would realize that speeding or being a dare-devil is not in the CARds.
Here is one song from Vampire Weekend. I like the meaning.