A fierce fight

I've been cussin the nature lately. A lot. Because of the weather and stuff. It's been raining cats and dogs and bullocks and buffaloes the past week..so..

Today as i stepped out of the house, minding my own business, nature launched an attack on me. An attack fierce and dirty in it's nature.

I missed the first drop bomb by a hair's breadth. I was walking, passing under a tree about to shoulderjump-stun* Annoyer and as I wound up to bring, the bomb dropped. I felt the poopbomb disturb the hair on the fringe, just above my eyebrows as the load fell past, missing me by nano units of length. It was a fortunate save. I was too stunned to the shoulderjump-stun. Temporarily, that is, I collected myself soon enough and executed two lovely ones on each shoulder within a short interval despite carrying a umbrella.

Of course I did not recognize the attack for what it was a part of straightaway, it was not until the second more successful attack that i pieced together the jigsaw.

The second attack was moments after my second shoulderjump-stun of Annoyer, as I was rejoicing and happy in my mind, dreaming of shoulderjump-becoming an Olympic Sport in which I win medals by the ton for Strongbadia, the land of whose I will be the president. And I will be so skillful at it that I will be able to kill with a shoulderjump-stun, thereby eliminating peasant revolts without any help from my invincible, massive, brutal, ruthless, Spartan Army.

The second drop hit me, not fatally though but still it hit me. A bullet is not fatal if it grazes your shoulder but it damned well hurts. The second attempt was more accurate as it landed on my sleeve, a black sleeve visibly affected by the white marks left by the bomb as it slid down the sleeve and whatever didn't stick fell down. I did not despair. I cussed some more, silently, with poison in my heart, being on a busy street is not good when you want to cuss real loud.

So, nature might be smirking, with it's cheap dirty tricks it got me, but only for now. My t-shirt soaks in a solution of disinfectant, fabric softener, detergent, some really nice smelling shampoo (manly nice and not some lavender and floral bullshit nice) and hot water. If the stain remains, somebody gonna get hurt real bad.

I will let nature have it's moment. We'll see who's laughing when I burn precious fuels and pollute and buy stocks in high pollution industry companies and be non eco-friendly generally. Yeah, then we'll see. Ha, HaHa, HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!



* A Shoulderjump-stun involves zeroing in on a unsuspecting fool walking along you or in front of you, running as silently towards the fool from the back, then using the persons shoulder for support as you jump and push all your weight on the persons shoulder. It's fun and it hurts.

Heres a fun diagram to help you understand:

Change

It's rainy season and rain's always get me down. I'm seriously getting confused/disillusioned/emotional. I'm at home typing this. I've lived in here since 1991. I started school later that year. All my friends I made I made here. All my life I lived here. When in college, this place meant a lot to me, especially during the turmoil that was searching for a house in second year and the uncertainty of next year.
it's my parents to an extent but it's not like my parents move and I'll go wherever they go and I'll be happy again. It's the house, the colony, even the city thats a part of you that you cannot just drop and move on.

My school is 1 km from my home, ten years I walked to school and back through the colony, schoolboy walks, with classmates and imagination for company. JC is a kilometer in the other direction, this time outside the colony but again in the neighborhood, two years walking to and fro. Almost all my friends have moved out of the colony, some to their private residences, some to the estate and my parents have a tentative plan of leaving mid August from here. That will be the kaput of a long phase of what is to be a longer life.

Working and living in the big city is strangely un-fulfilling. I tried to model my life like a nomad's to make moving on easier but it's tough to do. You form these emotional attachments to people and places and then to make it easier depart on not friendly terms. Carry just the bad memories so that it becomes easier to forget.
I shall ramble further on this topic sometime later.

Dependency

Relations or addictions?
Both kill.

My Pappy's over the hill

Yep, my Pappy is indeed over the hill. And figuratively speaking, I have just begun my ascent. It's a strange time, you don't know what to say, don't know how to deal with it.

What do you do after years (in my dads case, 40 years) of doing something, when you stop. You may still want to do it. You may still be capable of doing it. But the law requires you to stop.

We'll all be thrown off the ground into space at ripping speeds if the earth stopped rotating because "its been a few billion years now since I've been doing it and it's really not good for the hips, all that revolving".

I don't know what I'd do. Maybe I'd shimmy.