"When a storm comes, it stays for some time, and then it goes.
An emotion is like that too. It comes and stays for a while, and then it goes.
An emotion is only an emotion. We are much, much more than an emotion"
- Thich Nhat Hanh
"You are never more vibrant than when you are vulnerable, never more genuine than when you are humble, never more trustworthy than when you are completely open"
- Aman Motwane
teabag, teabags, where aaaaare you?
I have serious concerns about myself. You may have noticed the other day when I started being a bit silly with BLOG thingie and the write/right words which was totally rong.
Weeell since then my sanity appears to have worsened. It started with the missing teabags. Not just any old teabags mind you. These were Earl Grey English breakfast tea bags unavailable to downtown Hobos. What's more these were a gift from BFF herself. Now I'd better explain a little so that you can make an educated decision as to my probable insanity or worse. See, since my little fall from grace I have spent all of my time in two places for the last few years. I think you know. The Library during the day and La Chateau Tento at night. Now with little room to move in La Chateau all that I do is sleep and, of course, read. And hand in hand with a good book is a nice hot cuppa tea. So when I get "home" to La Chateau I grab the thermos flasks and get the boiling water for the evening's reading, knowledge and wisdom sessions. But.......
After three years of habitual tea consumption I think I have come across a problem. Yep. I'm ADDICTED to caffeine. Oh oh......
This week I am broker than normal. Hold on. No that can't be right because I'm normally broke! Hmmmm.....
But this week the bank cleaned out the last few bucks with fees and charges leaving nothing for TEA BAGS. Oh oh. Last night I settled in with the hot water, the book BUT....... oh oh
But then I remembered the reserve supply. The top shelf. The BFF gift. I was saved. Now wheeeeere are they? Nup. Not there. Nuh, not there. Nup. Nuh. Where aaaare these snooty nosed upper class rag bags?
Weeell since then my sanity appears to have worsened. It started with the missing teabags. Not just any old teabags mind you. These were Earl Grey English breakfast tea bags unavailable to downtown Hobos. What's more these were a gift from BFF herself. Now I'd better explain a little so that you can make an educated decision as to my probable insanity or worse. See, since my little fall from grace I have spent all of my time in two places for the last few years. I think you know. The Library during the day and La Chateau Tento at night. Now with little room to move in La Chateau all that I do is sleep and, of course, read. And hand in hand with a good book is a nice hot cuppa tea. So when I get "home" to La Chateau I grab the thermos flasks and get the boiling water for the evening's reading, knowledge and wisdom sessions. But.......
After three years of habitual tea consumption I think I have come across a problem. Yep. I'm ADDICTED to caffeine. Oh oh......
This week I am broker than normal. Hold on. No that can't be right because I'm normally broke! Hmmmm.....
But this week the bank cleaned out the last few bucks with fees and charges leaving nothing for TEA BAGS. Oh oh. Last night I settled in with the hot water, the book BUT....... oh oh
But then I remembered the reserve supply. The top shelf. The BFF gift. I was saved. Now wheeeeere are they? Nup. Not there. Nuh, not there. Nup. Nuh. Where aaaare these snooty nosed upper class rag bags?
....you in BIIIIIG trouble rat!.....
It was dark. I looked in the pantry (plastic food container). Nothing. Armed with trusty torch attached to my forehead I went in search of. Like craaazzzeeeee insane psychopath maniac man. The more I searched the more paranoid I got. The addiction was taking hold. Withdrawal from the routine, habitual dose of caffeine was happening. It was serious. Hot sweats, shaking, hallucinating. I think I even started frothing from the mouth! I was in bad shape. All night this went on. I had to wait until daylight to complete the search.......
Finally. I thought of nothing else all night. It was clearly obsession. Compulsive obsession. I knew. It was OCD. But it didn't stop me. With a little daylight the obsession turned me maniacal. Teabags, teabags, wheeeere aaaare you? It was only a small tent. How could it be so hard? Why was this happening to me?
In the process I found out something else about myself. I was a HOARDER as well. Attached to material possessions that I didn't need. Too 'hooked' to throw anything out. Then the serious stuff started. The hallucinating. The crazed accusations. Yep. It was the RATS. They had tried to pinch my coffee before but I caught them with the goods after dragging them through their destructive rat hole. But this time they had escaped with the goods. There was to be retribution. Bloodshed. But more misery was to come........
Finally. I thought of nothing else all night. It was clearly obsession. Compulsive obsession. I knew. It was OCD. But it didn't stop me. With a little daylight the obsession turned me maniacal. Teabags, teabags, wheeeere aaaare you? It was only a small tent. How could it be so hard? Why was this happening to me?
In the process I found out something else about myself. I was a HOARDER as well. Attached to material possessions that I didn't need. Too 'hooked' to throw anything out. Then the serious stuff started. The hallucinating. The crazed accusations. Yep. It was the RATS. They had tried to pinch my coffee before but I caught them with the goods after dragging them through their destructive rat hole. But this time they had escaped with the goods. There was to be retribution. Bloodshed. But more misery was to come........
...in memory of....dead rats!.......
In my psychotic hallucinating nightmare I came across something bad. Very baaad. Since Tornado Take-me-out I had put any remaining dry clothes in plastic bags so that I didn't have to walk around the seaside nude. And it seemed to be working until......
In my search I found my bag of socks. Some of them brand new, stapled together. I reached into plastic baggie thing and....... oh no......... dripping wet. I checked again. Holes in the plastic bag. The raid of the rats again. That was the last straw. Every bit of fight had been exhumed from me. Wet socks. I sat back on my dry pillow to take it all in. I was withdrawing, addicted, OCD, broke and a HOARDER to boot........ with WET SOCKS. I closed my eyes. I THINKED (sorta thought!). Then a little grimmace. A half smile. Why was I worried about wet socks? I didn't have any shoes anyway!!!!!!
So there is a moral to this story. What caused all of this drama. The withdrawal. The psycho stuff. The hoarding. The.......
Weeeeell, see I might have got a bit carried away in the moment. 'Eggs agerated' a bit for the sake of the story. Everything I do is for the story, right? Anyway the real lesson to be learned in all of this humdrum is that no matter what happens to you in life, the first thing you have to do is LET GO. Don't HOARD your emotions, your feelings. It'll send you bonkers. LET GO. The very FIRST STEP before finding MSOT.......
Huh?
Oh. The happy ending? Oh. Yep. Of course. There has to be a happy ending to any of MY stories.
Well I never found the missing teabags. I'm still convinced it was the rats. I haven' t seen any lately. Probably wiped out from dangling and jiggling MY snotty nosed upper class Earl greys. But in fact the story does have a happy ending.....
BFF who I am sure can read my mind better than me, called in to say 'Hello' and dropped in some goodies including some yummy chockie cake. And guess what else? MmmmmmHmmmmmm. You got it. TEABAGS............
.......and TriggerDot lived happily ever after........
THE END
In my search I found my bag of socks. Some of them brand new, stapled together. I reached into plastic baggie thing and....... oh no......... dripping wet. I checked again. Holes in the plastic bag. The raid of the rats again. That was the last straw. Every bit of fight had been exhumed from me. Wet socks. I sat back on my dry pillow to take it all in. I was withdrawing, addicted, OCD, broke and a HOARDER to boot........ with WET SOCKS. I closed my eyes. I THINKED (sorta thought!). Then a little grimmace. A half smile. Why was I worried about wet socks? I didn't have any shoes anyway!!!!!!
So there is a moral to this story. What caused all of this drama. The withdrawal. The psycho stuff. The hoarding. The.......
Weeeeell, see I might have got a bit carried away in the moment. 'Eggs agerated' a bit for the sake of the story. Everything I do is for the story, right? Anyway the real lesson to be learned in all of this humdrum is that no matter what happens to you in life, the first thing you have to do is LET GO. Don't HOARD your emotions, your feelings. It'll send you bonkers. LET GO. The very FIRST STEP before finding MSOT.......
Huh?
Oh. The happy ending? Oh. Yep. Of course. There has to be a happy ending to any of MY stories.
Well I never found the missing teabags. I'm still convinced it was the rats. I haven' t seen any lately. Probably wiped out from dangling and jiggling MY snotty nosed upper class Earl greys. But in fact the story does have a happy ending.....
BFF who I am sure can read my mind better than me, called in to say 'Hello' and dropped in some goodies including some yummy chockie cake. And guess what else? MmmmmmHmmmmmm. You got it. TEABAGS............
.......and TriggerDot lived happily ever after........
THE END
RSS Feed