I can't imagine that at home, on my planet, people get upset when you don't invite them every single place you go or freak out in traffic when flying their space cars. There is no existence of jealousy, greed or worry of what others think. There is no automatic hatred for slow elevators or the people clogging them up, who can't walk up a single flight of stairs...which inevitably causes you to want to shoot them in the face with a tomato bazooka. !POW, SPLAT, HAHA!
In my galactic universe....people share, they care, they are not judged, they live to embrace and conquer any kung-fu that the Matrix brings on. and yes,, sometimes there is a glitch. Sometimes we have to put the spaceship trip on hold for maintenance. Sometimes, there is a pill you can take or a drink you can drink or a feeling you can feel or a hand you can hold or an ambiance you can seize. and sometimes...,,, you just have to be broke down for awhile.
I was feeling rather vehement about some trivial human garbage this a.m., which luckily only lasted about 5 minutes. Still...in those 300 seconds of weakness, I felt helpless and not in control. Often when I have this problem....I try and close my eyes and think of some cartoon-like, completely ridiculous graphic (that I, of course, can create with paint) to smash or abolish such petty emotion and bring peace back to my core.
Today....this is what it took: A 1,000 lb. Acme/Wile E. Coyote/RoadRunner type weight that I can't think of the proper name for (nor does Google help me find)....but it did the trick for now.
Sigh....,so....until Scotty beams me up...., (which I hope is soon!)....my random and terrible artwork will have to suffice.
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