So, this morning I'm watching this little drama
unfold. The lizard versus the fly. I was curious as to whether or not this lizard
was going to catch this fly. Anyway, while I'm watching this little drama, I'm
thinking about a conversation I had recently with someone. I wanted to dump
my problems on her, but I couldn't get a word in. First, she started with her
health problems, the sinus problems, the stomach problems, and the problems with
her toes. Then she went on to explain about her many allergies and about the
many things she cannot eat. Then came the lecture about fast food restaurants and
the evils of meat. Then it was on to her many trials and tribulations about her
house. Then, the different appliances and their maladies, and then I thought to
myself, wow, is she going to ever get to the end of all this? But no. Then it came
to her children and the many problems with her children, 140 and the other 35.
Then she went on to suggest that her religion was not living up to her
promises, after all. She was in misery most of the time and she felt guilty
about all her pleasures. I managed to get a word in and suggested that her
religion is a religion of hate, fear, guilt, and misery. How else would they
control her? I said she ought to study the Kabbalah. Well, after all, if her
religion can make her feel guilty about the God-given pleasures of her intimacy
when she's alone in her bedroom, how powerful a religion is that? I then
suggested that she get rid of her religion and she would have less to
complain about and more life to enjoy. Last for me, how could I suggest such a
thing? Then it was my turn. Then I tried to get my complaints and my negative
additions to the conversation, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Amazing,
isn't it? How much pleasure we get out of being negative and complaining? Then I
wanted to myself, could I actually go two hours without thinking a negative
thought or finding things to complain about? Could I? How about three hours?
Oh well, back to this lizard of the fly. Whoops, he flew away. Better luck next
time, Mr. Lizard.
