beingbeaple

Pardon me for the poor comparison, but a typical human is like my mother’s pair of shoes. When he’s happy, it’s as if nothing wrong could come his way, as if life was so light and he could spend the rest of his days floating like a cloud in the heavens. But when he’s sad, it’s as if nothing could be right in his life, as if every day was just another pitiful view of the miserable existence earthlings spend in this world.

But I think it’s also important to note that no matter how wet a pair of sneakers may be there are thousands of ways to dry it. There’s the traditional sun-drying technique, then there’s the washing machine dryer method, and there’s always the kiln-drying procedure, but you could always try to burn calories while drying the sneaks by fanning them manually. You don’t always have to wait for the shoes to dry by themselves for you can always intervene and come up with a faster solution to fix the moisture excess predicament.

There are other options to desiccate the offending articles of clothing just as there are many ways to lighten up a depressed person’s mood. If you’re depressed, why not go watch a movie starring your favorite celebrity or read a good book while sipping a mug of hot chocolate? Why not have a surfing spree at the nearest net café with a good friend or start a portfolio of poems and short stories?

Don’t be sitting by the window, looking at the raindrops slowly dripping from the gutter, clacking away your miseries and frustrations into a laptop. No one deserves to be that lonely, not even those people who steal cheap cologne from department store aisles. It sucks to feel that way, as if no one understands you because you can’t make them understand. It kind of makes you want to do a Vincent van Gogh impersonation and cut off an ear – we learned about his loss of sanity in our Arts lecture this afternoon. But that would be too bloody and if you really are terrified of blood – spare the type that comes out of the female system during ‘you know what’ stages – you would be better off sitting by the window, looking at the raindrops slowly dripping from the gutter, clacking away your miseries and frustrations into a laptop.

The way I’m doing all that right now.