What a week! My dear pet died, rather dramatically, before my eyes. I rediscovered television (baaaad idea). I returned to old habits of all night drawing and writing sessions. Got a hair cut. Befriended a moth. Caught the flu. And did some house-keeping for a swarm of disgruntled honey-bees.
I also turned 22.
I’m a tad uncomfortable with birthdays… suddenly being the centre of fuss because however many years ago you burst butt-naked into the world during a magical event you can’t even remember. The years of existence after that are sort of just instinctual self-preservation. But it’s important to celebrate the wonder of life; and hey, who doesn’t love a cake?
My sister once joked that I’m like a friendlier Sheldon or a happier Spock, which was both hilarious and concerning. She was exaggerating (I hope), but it’s true that I can be a bit blasé. Anything beyond gleeful curiosity or content indifference can feel somewhat… big.
The whole ‘dying pet thing’ is a bit grim so I won’t dwell on it much, but I will say that some of those ‘big’ feelings are too big to be ignored as a waste of energy, and can’t be brushed off straight away to make space for lighter thoughts.
Thankfully, the human brain is cleverly designed to multi-task! Even while crying over the abrupt conclusion to life, there was a moment where two thoughts stood clearer than the rest:
“Blimey, rigor mortis sets in quick.” Followed by, “Where the hell am I supposed to find a shovel?”
Sentiment and practicality, hand-in-hand. Who would’ve thought?
In other news, there are people on telly in some painfully contrived reality cooking competition belittling their opponents and sobbing over their failed attempts to make quiche. Meanwhile, on the next channel, there are kids dying in some war I don’t understand, while the next channel is busy advertising a miracle all-in-one fruit juicer/vegetable cutter/meat mincer/time machine. Eventually I found a graphic show about child-birth and it made me feel dizzy so I turned it off.
Here is the latest Pip and Squeak.
I often scribble in blank spaces. Many pages end up looking something like this…
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Live long and prosper.
Relax. It’s just a quiche.