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World Collapse Disorder
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I've noticed a number of blogging friends have been getting a bit stressed and depressed lately. Thinking about my own case of restlessness, I was thinking that the spring may be taking its toll, as our bodies ache to Nature's call, a call that we cannot answer.
But then I realized that it's the same with the holiday season - Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then, of course, you have the summer doldrums. Life just sucks all year round.
At least its an angsty sort of suffering, rather than being afflicted with broken bones or cancer or even dental problems. One just isn't doing very well on that pursuit of happiness. I want to look like Elvis (the young years), or at least have half as many women as he enjoyed. Of course, you're going to feel miserable.
Still, it is tempting to see the apocalyptic in dark signs. Maybe there really is something more at work this season. I think of those bees we mentioned this morning: the way colonies collapse because the bees become disoriented and cannot even find their way back home. I wonder if we may be becoming disoriented in our own subtle ways, and maybe the world is collapsing. Or maybe not.
I may not be Elvis, but it's fun to think wildly sometimes. With a little talent and a lot of work, it could make a good novel or movie. People are hungry for end of the world tales. Or could this be part of the disorientation?
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I've noticed a number of blogging friends have been getting a bit stressed and depressed lately. Thinking about my own case of restlessness, I was thinking that the spring may be taking its toll, as our bodies ache to Nature's call, a call that we cannot answer.
But then I realized that it's the same with the holiday season - Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then, of course, you have the summer doldrums. Life just sucks all year round.
At least its an angsty sort of suffering, rather than being afflicted with broken bones or cancer or even dental problems. One just isn't doing very well on that pursuit of happiness. I want to look like Elvis (the young years), or at least have half as many women as he enjoyed. Of course, you're going to feel miserable.
Still, it is tempting to see the apocalyptic in dark signs. Maybe there really is something more at work this season. I think of those bees we mentioned this morning: the way colonies collapse because the bees become disoriented and cannot even find their way back home. I wonder if we may be becoming disoriented in our own subtle ways, and maybe the world is collapsing. Or maybe not.
I may not be Elvis, but it's fun to think wildly sometimes. With a little talent and a lot of work, it could make a good novel or movie. People are hungry for end of the world tales. Or could this be part of the disorientation?
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I'm in it for the donuts! :p
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Well, if you're going to do angst, you may as well be funny about it. :-D
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