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A chapter in the book The Saga of Procrastination
Current of change
by Iza Deleanu
As I was walking through the valley of shadows and despair, my alter ego interrupted my reverie, screaming: "Can you feel the current?"
Awake, I am pushing through my misery. "What the heck, bro! I am trying to catch some snooze and snuggle with myself. Let me be!"
"Wake up, no time for snuggles. Do you feel the current?"
"What current, whacko? Water? Electricity?"
"No, the current of your sad life."
"Yeah, thanks for getting me back on track. It's gloomy, with a spike of misery and self-pity. Happy?"
"Snap out of it! I am tired of this refrain. You sang this song for more than forty years. Let it go! Just feel the damn current, and open your eyes."
"You mean the TV? I don't need to. I know in the south is war number one, old news, and now we have a mini-war in the east or somewhere there... and this is old too. Those guys have been killing on repeat for so many years. They got jealous and wanted to take the spotlight and push war number one in the blind lights. And that's new for my lifetime; Canada and India are "diplomatically" at each other throats. Our neighbors across the pond are electing/slamming a new president. Did I miss something? Oh, wait, there was an earthquake in Morocco a few days or maybe a week ago."
"No, I don't care about politics and natural disasters. All I care about is you."
"Gee, nice! You are the only one! I lost this battle. I don't care about myself anymore. I keep making the same mistakes on Mother Fortune repeat. So, I am immune; no matter what I choose, I end up buried under the same Muprhy Law... you know, doing the same s...hit and expecting a happy ending. So, keep your damn current to yourself. I lost my capacity to care. From an optimist, I became a fatalist. I am a pro at self-pity and poor MEEE advertisement. Would you take me home? So I don't care. I am like a bird:"Goddddddd, feed me! God, provide shelter!" I am all bare necessities just like Baloo."
"Stop it! Can you feel the damn current from the hallway?"
"Yeah, but it's been there since we moved in! Take a blanket and cover that crack from under the door. Then you can snuggle and let me sleep. I was dreaming of Pura Vida, and you crushed my party!"
"No, can you feel the current of change?"
"Yeah! It's snowing, which means winter is here, and maybe world war three will start soon, but I have a bargain with our Father to postpone it until I am back from Honduras in spring."
"Got you! You do care about one thing!"
"Yeah, if you are talking trips, you got my attention. Yeah, I feel that current more like an urge to see all I can before it's gone!"
As I was walking through the valley of shadows and despair, my alter ego interrupted my reverie, screaming: "Can you feel the current?"
Awake, I am pushing through my misery. "What the heck, bro! I am trying to catch some snooze and snuggle with myself. Let me be!"
"Wake up, no time for snuggles. Do you feel the current?"
"What current, whacko? Water? Electricity?"
"No, the current of your sad life."
"Yeah, thanks for getting me back on track. It's gloomy, with a spike of misery and self-pity. Happy?"
"Snap out of it! I am tired of this refrain. You sang this song for more than forty years. Let it go! Just feel the damn current, and open your eyes."
"You mean the TV? I don't need to. I know in the south is war number one, old news, and now we have a mini-war in the east or somewhere there... and this is old too. Those guys have been killing on repeat for so many years. They got jealous and wanted to take the spotlight and push war number one in the blind lights. And that's new for my lifetime; Canada and India are "diplomatically" at each other throats. Our neighbors across the pond are electing/slamming a new president. Did I miss something? Oh, wait, there was an earthquake in Morocco a few days or maybe a week ago."
"No, I don't care about politics and natural disasters. All I care about is you."
"Gee, nice! You are the only one! I lost this battle. I don't care about myself anymore. I keep making the same mistakes on Mother Fortune repeat. So, I am immune; no matter what I choose, I end up buried under the same Muprhy Law... you know, doing the same s...hit and expecting a happy ending. So, keep your damn current to yourself. I lost my capacity to care. From an optimist, I became a fatalist. I am a pro at self-pity and poor MEEE advertisement. Would you take me home? So I don't care. I am like a bird:"Goddddddd, feed me! God, provide shelter!" I am all bare necessities just like Baloo."
"Stop it! Can you feel the damn current from the hallway?"
"Yeah, but it's been there since we moved in! Take a blanket and cover that crack from under the door. Then you can snuggle and let me sleep. I was dreaming of Pura Vida, and you crushed my party!"
"No, can you feel the current of change?"
"Yeah! It's snowing, which means winter is here, and maybe world war three will start soon, but I have a bargain with our Father to postpone it until I am back from Honduras in spring."
"Got you! You do care about one thing!"
"Yeah, if you are talking trips, you got my attention. Yeah, I feel that current more like an urge to see all I can before it's gone!"
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