Cor, it's hot. Hotter than I like. It's going to get worse, they say, they are warning of a horrid horrid heatwave early next week. Ugh. I dislike it so much that I'd say that the heat itself will be even worse than the fact that it's got me talking about the ruddy weather! I shouldn't be talking about the ruddy weather, I should be talking about the news (except there isn't any) or something deep and philosophical. In that spirit I just took a Myers-Briggs personality test for you, but it came out wrong. I remembered why the stupid things are stupid, any way. Too many absolute answers demanded of conditiona
Image via Wikipedial questions, like a psychological equivalent of asking "do you have a) a left hand or b) a right hand?" and you're thinking "actually I have both, but it won't let me put that. Hmm, might as well put left for some arbitary reason". Life isn't like the tests. Life is hmm, well, sort of, not really, I mean yes, yes, of course, what was I thinking? I think. Terrible but great. For better and for worse. So while there is no news I can sit here and drink a glass of my Acme Caffeine-Free Beverage, and contemplate its curious flavour and think yes, there is such richness in the world, and then with a lovely seed taste from an earlier piece of Slightly Fancy Healthycrackerbreadthing comes in bang on cue, and I think, ah, yes, this world goes to eleven, and then I smell my feet and think ah, yes, it cannot be tamed, everything emerges from chaos and tends towards chaos, but what complex shapes it makes, dancing as it waxes and wanes!
I wouldn't have minded so much, but my feet weren't even in the room at the time. They'd gone for out a walk. They wanted me to come with them, but I was doing this. It was a relief to smell them actually, as I knew that must be them coming back in. I wonder what they're thinking about, my feet, when they go out for a walk. They're not able to think at all, in theory. But then they shouldn't have their own volition either. Shouldn't want to go for a walk. Shouldn't be able to want anything at all. And how do they go about without me anyway, not even attached to any legs, how does that work? Best not to think about it, I suppose. They're back now, and at least they tell me when they're going out. I'm not going to worry about them turning against me or anything like that.
My feet have been a great support to me over the years. When there was no-one else they were there for me. Sure, there were times when I was struggling and it didn't seem that my feet were doing much to ease my torment or to solve my problems, but now I can look back on those time more objectively I realise that things would have been worse if it wasn't for my feet. Feet - I salute you!
that's all from me for now
see you around
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