Thoughts collected from the long weekend and in absolutely no consistency whatsoever. So if you hope to find plotline or even some sense in here, you are on the wrong page.
Donkey’s Ass.
[after drinking a beauty potion]
Donkey: I don’t *feel* any different. Do I look any different?
Puss-in-Boots: You still look like an ass to me!
Which character in Shrek cartoons do you like the most? My favourite – The Donkey. Some Pesky Talking Animal that appeared in Ogre’s* life to brighten it up. This happens all the time in real life, doesn’t it? If you’d think of it, we all can find someone we know who is annoyingly over-enthusiastic. And we bare them and sometimes even we love them and let them barge into our life from time to time and mess it around, putting things upside down and confusing our mind with the unrealistic ideas that somehow accidentally make their way into reality from time to time…Recently while I was re-watching Shrek for the ***lion time I suddenly thought about the other side of the Donkey’s life. Could he be sad or sentimental, when he’s alone? Could he feel depressed when nobody’s around? Awwwww….cute little Donkey. He is so extremely cheerful and overwhelming that it is hard to imagine him being different in his little Donkey’s-Me-Times. Yet we might never know for sure, do we? Could the external cheerfulness be just a mask that hides loneliness and insecurities? Or am I getting too sentimental here?
*Speaking of ogres…have you heard it? – They are filming the next sequel to Shrek and Shrek2! Plot Outline: When Fiona’s dad dies Shrek is supposed to take the crown but Shrek doesn’t want the responsibility. So Shrek, Fiona, Donkey and Puss look for a new King. And so far King Arthur is the best they have…I can’t wait!
Backwards psychology.
Do you usually read newspapers and magazines from the first page or start from the more interesting last one and page “back” to the beginning? I wonder if this has ever been analysed by psychologists or anybody for that matter…What does it say of me, if I read magazines “backwards”? How do you assign an order in your to-do list? I mean – when you’ve got lots of things that have to be completed, how do you decide which one you’d do the first, which one to leave to the end? I might be unconventional, but very often I make my choices based on the how much I love to do things. Only in reverse. I would start from…the less interesting jobs. So that by the time I’ve got to the most delightful ones, I have nothing on my way to feel boundlessly happy. A little backdrop of this is that sometimes, those small unimportant, but still required to be done jobs take so much time, that when the time comes for the most pleasant things to do, there is either little time left, or little energy or both…To think of it, it sounds rather illogical: I read magazines from the most interesting pages, but do my chores starting from the less exciting one…and to make it worse, I write about it in my diary?!…LOL
Chances
So this is May on the Little Island already. Time is such an inspiring criminal! He is always on the run, you can never catch up with him, and he’s taking every opportunity to steal your moments and throw them back…lucky if you managed to make a preservation arrangements, otherwise, Time will leave for you just a withered leaves of memory…I’ve given up on chasing Time ages ago…Save your nerves: instead of thinking how late you are to arrive to wherever you think you have to be – think of how often the fact that your’ve missed the right turn have found you on another highway and with the feeling that this is the only one that was meant for you…humans navigate the roads by intuition and a little bit of knowledge, but mostly – very little knowledge and a lot of blind trust in own luck. Would you rather take a chance and take unknown route for the sake of discovering something new on your way yet possible never make it to your final destination or you’ll take the road most travelled and be content that it will take you where you need to be with the less stress possible? How many times do we allow a chance to blindfold us, take us by hand and make us do that tiny step into another dimension and then we find ourselves in parallel universe…Life feels like the passages of Labyrinth – we can see the path we’ve been on just a moment ago, yet there is no way back…we can pre-view of the next passageway, yet we cannot get there until we’ve walked through the whole of maze first…
Being comfortable with reality.
Sometimes we are so comfortable in our dreams that we ignore reality of our existence. Yes, I am completely satisfied with what I am within. I know I can be perfect (well, almost, of course) I keep awareness of the fact that I’m far from perfection in my earthy reality hidden in a box dropped by the pirates to the bottom of a sea. I know it’s there, I know I will benefit from getting it up in the open. Yet I’m afraid to dive into the darkness of the seabed for there are monsters of my conscious in there and I know that in the past whenever I’d fight them, I always was the one who looses in the end…oh well…guess, it is the time to take up challenge yet again. It means a lot when you have someone else encourage you and give you the sense of purpose…
I can write a lot of short thoughts and long discourses and come up to no useful conclusions in the end…and in the meantime…the Gentle Spring is definitely here and she is not afraid to use the best of her palette…maybe we should just follow her example and start to make beautiful things instead of getting lost in a maze of our own thoughts…
Just looking at those blossoms makes the tension in my chest loosen a little…. and who ever said you had to be a liniar writer, or thinker for that matter? 😉
You made no comment about a picture, and I was caught unawares, my breath caught with the beauty of the flowering tree.
I read back to front. Except novels. Don’t want to spoil the punch line.
Shalom
I read magazines from back to front too! No philisophical reason for it… it’s probably habit from reading Glamour Magazine in my younger years… I loved those "Glamour Don’ts" in the back… you know, the girls with the black rectangles covering their identities as they strut down the streets with *gasp* visible panylines, or *horrors* a grunge top matched with a preppy skirt, or *ick!* too-tight jeans and a bad case of muffin top.
Whoa! The colours in those leaves and flowers! That’s a beautiful shot…
We have a friend nicknamed "Donkey" for the Shrek character, so I will admit a fondness for that character because of him. The ogres themselves are a little too tense at times… or is that BECAUSE of donkey? lol. I love the odd love between Donkey and his lady-dragon-love. Very unconventional, and seemingly uncomplicated. They are content to be very different, and yet still love and defend each other.
I am a "flipper" when it comes to mags or papers. I just open at a random page, skim til I find something I want to read, and so on. In chores, I always make the bed first (eyes the sleeping man, and wonders if she can get away with making it around him), then put the laundry on, and then do the dishes, then tidy up the rest of the place. I don’t think it has anything to do with how hard one thing or another is – I am just a critter of habit, and I like working methodically. I’m not much of a cleaner, I will admit. I’d probably make a good male. lol.
Chance – I guess I try to walk the line between trying to make what I want to make happen (doing a lot to get onto the path I most want to be on) but trying to also stay in a space of acceptance that that path may not be what it seems to be from this distance, and that I may not make it to that path, despite my efforts. I also try to sit in the knowledge that chance will bring me some sort of path, and I will do what I can with it, I guess.
Right. Good conclusion. Methinks it is time for me to go off and make something beautiful.