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Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it

Daily Journal, Satire

Unspecified whine

I fumbled and dropped my Tupperware on the way to the kitchen this morning, which resulted in my chicken being distributed in a large circumference around my personage. I briefly considering eating it anyway. But the questionable hygiene of the office firma and the judgmental stares of my co-workers swayed me away from this endeavour.

This, as it turns out, has been indicative for my day so far – basically rubbish. I’m trying to take it my stride with stoic resolve and fortitude but I’m hungry and entering the realm of ravenous hostility that comes from not eating for three hours.


I’m wallowing, (mostly) in self pity but also achieving some more general type wallowing that comes from feeling disconnected from my privilege. I’ve tried to infuse a modicum of imperturbability into my psyche by looking at pictures of suffering. I have a folder for just such occasions, aptly named, ‘Pictures to make you sad’.

Its not doing anything for me today. As an aside, Kevin Carter (who took this picture, that won the 1994 Pulitzer prizes for photography) killed himself in a park near my house. As a child I used to catch tadpoles and crabs in the river there. Unfortunately these days as an unsupervised minor undertaking such a venture you are more likely to catch Diphtheria, experience unbidden sodomy and then have your organs harvested in room lit by single flickering light bulb. Which as I understand it, is less amusing than keeping river creatures in a glass jar until they belly up and die after a few days. I’m glad I got to kill larval stage animals without compromising my sphincter integrity or losing a kidney. It doesn’t seem like a good trade off. (ah, the good ol’ days)

Speaking of creepy crawlies (after reading Caroline Paul – Fighting Fire) my wife and I have become very cognisant of not letting my two year old daughter develop irrational fears. Ie. We have been super careful not to unfairly demonize snakes, spiders and hexapodal invertebrates… its cute when she says ‘hello’ to the Daddy-long-legs or the Christmas beetle. But obviously less endearing when she tries to offer salutations to a Black Widow or tries to high five hornets. My mother muses out loud that her grandchild is a Hindu. I think she means a Jain… but I don’t really want to get into it with her. To my mother all Indians are Hindu. In any event I have become this weird black-helicopter parent*. Which in invalidates 90% of the concepts I imagined about being a parent. It certainly wasn’t how I was raised…

* which is basically like a regular helicopter parent, but supposedly working in the background in stealth mode (with varying degrees of success) and only intervening under dire circumstances. Sometimes I wonder if I’m coddling her.

In other news I’ve taken four Tramadol (not all at once) in an effort to rid myself of this throbbing headache. So I’ve been pumping myself full stimulants and opioids since I woke up. I marking today down as a failure for cleaning living. Just thought I would mention it.


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  1. erroneouschoices

    January 17, 2019 at 4:12 am

    You have a style of writing that captures my interest, well from day one. Matter of fact but laced with thick sarcasm, as though you’re chatting with a buddy at a bar, bawdy and bold subject or word choices and encapsulated in a structure of sentences that expresses your broad and philosophical mind and even your heart. Quite a successsful mixture that I was fortunate to come across

    1. Jo

      January 17, 2019 at 6:40 am

      Wow. What an amazing compliment… 😀 Really appreciate it!

      1. erroneouschoices

        January 17, 2019 at 7:31 am

        Lol. I just reread it. 😳
        I had just gotten of the phone with my mother a bit before that and it appears I was in one of my serious moments. Sheesh EC, couldn’t you add an emoji or a joke? Nope. Apparently not. 🙄
        Anyway, maybe it came across sincerely, I meant it all 🤷‍♀️

      2. erroneouschoices

        January 17, 2019 at 8:02 am

        There’s been a time or two I’ve been accused of being a little intense 😋

      3. Jo

        January 17, 2019 at 8:14 am

        Lol. No not at all… I really liked it. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy in my no-no-special place.

        Eh… my heart (in case there was some ambiguity)

        You can never be to intense. Besides intensity just means you’re super committed. How is that a bad trait?

      4. erroneouschoices

        January 18, 2019 at 12:28 am

        Aw. Only your heart….😔

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