Hey there. What's up with you on a rainy day like this?
I don't know, somewhere between the sore throat, the headache and the sips of tea from my lovely Winnie the Pooh cup, I felt like writing. So, if you're reading this, my guess is you have nothing better to do either.
The thing is, I haven't thought of a topic. There is nothing on my mind that I have to share or something deep or funny to say. It's just a state of boredom/idleness and this is some kind of a safety valve, an escape route, if you wish. So I suppose there's no harm in just blurting out anything that comes to mind.
Let's see... I was thinking about the weather. There was sun a few days ago, and there is so much water today, it feels like we're living through a different season. It's like Mother Nature is going through its menopause or something. One moment, everything is blooming with life, Spring is on our doorsteps, people bathe in sunshine (literally, there were people sunbathing the other day) and it almost seems like Winter is over. Then, the next day, you can almost hear Ned Stark's voice saying sternly "Brace yourselves, Winter is coming." Only that it's not coming, it's already here, and it has no intention to go away.
Then again, I was thinking about Summer. Seeing that it seems to forget us, it's only natural to think of it, right? So, I was thinking about it, and they were happy thoughts as much as they were scary. Scary, yes. I mean, Summer is the season when one goes to the beach, there is the sea, there are hot days in cool places, there are fewer clothes to wear... and that's just the scary thing. Well, scary in a relative manner. It's kinda intimidating, going to the beach and taking off one's clothes, revealing every little fridge-sin one has committed during the past months. And there are quite a bit of sins under my belt, I can tell you that. Yes, there is a pun there somewhere.
Anyway, they say it's the "inner beauty" that counts. Please, do tell me, when was the last time someone came to you and said "Wow, you look very pretty inside!". Kinda creepy, isn't it?
I truly believe there is such a thing, this "inner beauty". Someone would describe it as whatever one does when no one is watching. Others would say it's how you treat those who cannot do anything for you. Then again, there are those who sternly believe it's what you say, rather that what you do. But they don't really like to admit it. And I doubt they even realize it.
But on the topic of inner beauty, given that it exists in any form one wants to define it, it is still... inner. It cannot be seen until it is shown (that was deep, huh?). What we can see, on the other hand, is the outer beauty, the wrapping we come in. And it is not uncommon that the worst surprises come wrapped in the best wrapping paper. I should give and example here, but due to lack of ideas, I invite you to make one for yourself.
So, here comes a question. Should one present a face (we are talking general concepts here) that is not true in order to impress, or should one present one's real face? What is more, is one even capable of presenting a fake face? Or is it possible to present different faces due to the fact that we posses many (faces)?
Oh, this is bad... My headache is acting up...
On a non-related topic, I have a dog. His name is Odie. You know, like the dogie from Garfield. He's always jumping around and searching for something to gnaw on, very often it being my limbs. Be it my hands or feet, he will bite until I play with him for so long that he's exhausted and decides that breathing is as important as playing. When he wants something, he stands on his rear feet like a monkey and jumps around in circles, back and forth, crying and asking for attention. And when he gets none, he gets mad and puts up a fight.
He's kind of a dummy dog, he's small and spoiled, and he likes company. But the thing that's always surprising me is how friendly and cheerful he is. Even if I wake him up just to pet him, he will be happy and lick my hand. And when I yell at him for breaking something or eating my shoes, he will come back after a while, waving his tail and pretending as if nothing ever happened. And his greatest joy is going out for a walk. Simple as that.
There is nothing more to it, I just wanted you to know that I have a pet dog.
I used to have a small turtle. Then I had rabbits. Then pigeons. Then parrots. But dogs are way better for me. It would be somewhat awkward to wrestle with a pigeon. The dog, on the other hand, is just the right companion for that. And for you, cat lovers, a fight with a cat equals numerous scratches, and this doesn't really work for me.
Useless stuff for today, I know. Pretty random as well. Oh, I hope you get over it! I have another cup of tea to make, so... until next time!
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