When I feel this way, your cheery cajoling is like
a bright strobe light
in a midnight rainstorm.
Unhelpful.
Blinding.
Destroying the unique, dark beauty of the moment.
Kindly piss off,
parade on someone else’s rain.
Dwell in thund’ry storms.
Face gusting wind, lashing rain.
They’ll blow past in time.
I am the anchor
holding myself to the ground
unwilling to fly.
No thanks. Not me. I’m feeling grumpy.
My mood, just now, is rather lumpy.
Some time soon my mood will shift.
This darkling pall will start to lift.
But here and now, I choose to wait,
to sulk and scowl, to brood and hate.
Please don’t “help”; don’t rib; don’t joke.
For mercy’s sake, don’t tease and poke.
I won’t respond well; I’ll push back.
I’ll pull you down – I’ve got the knack.
So I’ll leave thou and thee’ll leave me –
To me my scowl; to thee thy glee –
And some time soon we’ll meet again,
alike in mood, rejoined as friends.
Respect! Already, progress made.
My funky funk begins to fade.
Don’t pounce, not yet; I’m not yet there.
But when I am, I’ll share. I swear.
How does the humanist outlook on life affect one's thoughts and actions? I share my own perspective on life's puzzles and the events this life throws at me, as I explore the personal implications of this noble and ancient approach to life.
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