Frank's the man...

After revamping my blog, I tried to write a meaningful and deep post -- FAIL. Did not work. Pleased as I am with the casually abstract and slightly winsome look my blog now has (not contrived at all), I'm all out when it comes to the written word. So, here I share what's occupying me as I sit, sick, in the middle of this balmy, mosquito-infected Colombo night:

1. Reading this. Discovered on one of those late, not-doing-much-here-boss nights at work. Turns out Gaius Vallerius Cattulus was an ancient Roman orator, philosopher and poet. Tidbits of knowledge like that always make me feel hopelessly ignorant of everything else I do not know.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-to-himself/

2. Also skimming through this. Found through a friend's Facebook post, and I must say, it seems sensible.

http://www.trulybuddha.com/

3. Also reading Sophie's Choice. Brilliant and almost done with it!!

4. And finally, listening to this man -- nearest thing to chocolate that I can stomach right now. Ah...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7GHgE8fylQ

I love those moments...

When you want to bang your head repetitively against a hard wall. Really.

Or, as a happy alternative, lay your neck gently against the cold steel of a railway track. And then hope that Sri Lankan Railways is not on strike, again.

As a generally non-suicidal individual, these thoughts always fill me with a sense of being in no control whatsoever of my "Destiny" or life. Like today, for God's sake.

Assume you stand at a beginning of a branching in the road you're taking. Yes, very Robert freaking Frost and all that crap. So, then you try to take road A (Also here, it is assumed that you haven't spotted Road B yet), and as you're going all fine and dandy when POW! you trip and fall and fall face-first into...elephant poop. So now you're filthy and pissed and angry with life and yet not surprised because Life has so far been throwing dung in your face for a while now.

So, you trudge back to the road and stand there glumly contemplating, when it starts to rain, drenching you but also revealing...Road B.This reaffirms your faith in life and you happily set off down the road, picking flowers, strewing them at innocent bystanders, petting babies and other little animals and in general making a grand racket about how great Road B is.

Then, one fine day, you stumble across a by-lane, one that leads you straight into Road B. Straight, clear and obstacle free.

The point of this meandering analogy is lost even on me. However, initial sentiments remain firmly fixed in my head. As of now, listening to a Strauss marathon in hopes of reducing them.

All Time Low Behaviours

I imagine everyone has a way they deal with or behave during those (hopefully) rare moments in life when one feels defeated, left out and generally fucked by universal energy.

My least favourite of these behaviours, from what I've observed at least, is the tendency to lash out at others, bang doors, curse violently and inventively and generally become a fat worm up everyone's asses.

Some, I know, listen to hard, thrashing music, hoping to beat out the misery, or at least if God is merciful, block it out for a little.

Some eat. Gorge. Feel sick, gorge some more.

Some bawl. Noses dripping, undignified, ruined tissues all around them, generally a hot mess with no one to see them.

Some update their Facebook status and damn but if that's not good gossip for the rest of us!

And then some of us, put on Adele, take out the tub of ice cream, sit in a corner and scare the cats in the neighbourhood with a heartfelt, from-the-gut, caterwauling version of "Someone like you".

Favourite bit being, " Never mind I'll find someone li-ike youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhoooooooo, I wish nothing but the best for youuuuuuuuuuhooooooooooooooooooo...." etc. Really,it's too much for the written word.

Hafoi. Pathetic only.