Optimism and I don’t necessarily get along. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more about we’ve rarely been in the same room at the same time to get to know each other type of thing. Whenever I make an effort to get to know optimism, I’m more often than not let down, disappointed or flat out dismissed. It’s not a good feeling.
Why can’t that concept come to me for once? Why can’t it make an effort? Why does it always have to be me putting my tail on the line and foot forward? Don’t I deserve some consideration? Some optimistic thoughts? Seriously?
I really have to dig sometimes for the positive spin. And, let me tell you all out there in Bob the Squirrel land, that can be one slow spin.
It can’t be easy… snot one minute, philosophy the next. I have to hand it to Frank, the cartoonist I adopted… he is a lot of things. The one thing he’s not is lazy. Sure, there are many things he doesn’t want to do and puts off… but that doesn’t mean lazy… it means selective. I won’t lie though… there are some days where he can be a total jerk… so much so that I’d love nothing more than to bite him right on the nose (you probably thought I was going to say another anatomical area… if you did, you’re sick… and please continue reading).
The man needs a break. A big break, a little break, a coffee break… maybe even a lunch break…
The life of a cartoonist is a mostly solitary one. He spends so much time alone at that drawing board…even if his drawing board was a two seater… still, he’d be by himself. Some days, he just cranks stuff out and never looks up. Other days he can’t get a good idea going and ALL he does is look up. It’s not easy living with him, with Lezley, Lauren and the menagerie of crazy dogs and cats that seem to inhabit every corner of this little house…but so what? Living is living. There have to be a few creases in the tablecloth…if there weren’t any, how would you know where to put the plates and silverware?
As I type this, I can Frank trying to get some snot going. The flu finally got him. I’m sure he’s thinking philosophy every time he looks into those phlegm filled tissues. Wouldn’t you?
I may seem as though I have a truck load of self esteem, but I don’t. Self-esteem is a pet subject Ilike to feed now and then. It’s a pretty heavy subject… not only is it how you perceive yourself in the world but also how you think the world perceives you. IF you think you’re relatively worthless, you’re going to ooze that vibe like a runny nose on the second day of the flu. You can fake it for the world… but you’d have to be pretty darn good at it. The problem with that is when the world is gone, you’re just tat much more deeper in self-doubt, self-hate and a bunch of other selves I can’t think of at the moment.
There is no answer to this. I have wanted to change myself time and time again… but this isn’t Star Trek… and as much as it pains me, I have to use what I have. I make it work, but sometimes it can use a tune up… still other times it could use a total rebuild. Those are the days you sit in the dark. If you make the mistake of listening to other people, that’s fine… just so long as you don’t BELIEVE them. If you believe them, goodbye self-esteem, hello fast food.
You’re fine the way you are. Express… don’t regress. Now if I could only follow my own advice.
Recycle everything. It just makes sense, doesn’t it? I can’t imagine a world (at least my part of it) without those little blue bins. The paper that you write on today could be a cereal box tomorrow. It’s a modern-ish form of reincarnation. If you look at it from that perspective then it seems pretty cool. It seems positive.
The idea that despite what you’ve done, you have a chance to be re-invented… transformed into something completely different is extremely appealing to me. But if you take a closer look, what really will change? If i recycle myself into something else, I’ll still be comprised of the basic initial raw material. I may look different, I may take up a different amount and type of space, but the reality is, it’s still Bob. Whether I’m a soup can or a soda can, it’s still me.
How do you recycle what’s inside is the real trick. If you want to be completely different, you probably shouldn’t have started out as you. Nothing lasts forever, no question about that… but with a bit of creativity and diligence and willingness to be environmental, it could last longer.
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Forwards, backwards, round and round and round… motions. Motions of our day-to-day that basically create our existence. If one does not move, does one exist? While you’re chewing on that, think about this: If you are moving, but your motions are identical all the time, do you still exist? Your circuit is closed. There is juice flowing, but it’s the same juice, same motion.
I’m not smart enough to figure that out. I haven’t slept on enough of the right thick books to have that kind of insight soak into my brain. I just move from one part of the maze to the other hoping i don’t bump my head on any of the walls… avoiding the same dead ends and hoping that by the time I get to the end, the cheddar has somehow turned into velveeta. Not that my life would change if it were velveeta… but it’s a change nevertheless.
You can’t have change without losing something. There’s only so much water that will fit into the glass.
I’ve talked about being and going viral before. It’s just one of those things in this day and age. One moment, I’m chilling out in a tree somewhere and then next thing, I’m on the internet and hoping to be the next biggest thing 5 minutes ago. What a way to spend a weekend.