One ending often signifies a new beginning, but some never turn the page.
The Force
Sighing
staggering
grunting
sniffling
coughing
sneezing
wheezing
moaning
groaning
vomiting
He blew his nose, wiped tears from his eyes, and gazed out the window.
Yep, he was still a force to be reckoned with.
He was just on the wrong vector.
Shrinking
I can’t believe how quickly and ruthlessly modern clothing and accessories shrink. Even my leather belts are shrinking.
Really, what’s the world coming to?
Expected
The things I expected to do and see,
were not the things I saw and did,
so what’ll become of the things I expect to see and do now?
Did you ever…?
Just wondering, did you ever break all the rules and play all the fools?
Have you been…thunderstruck?
Snowball
D’yer ever go into the grocery store with a plan to buy two or three things, and then say, “Oh, and we need this, too, and we’re almost out of that,” and exit half an hour later seventy dollars lighter, carrying two full shopping bags?
It just kind of snowballs sometimes, doesn’t it?
The Chances
You ever step on a floof’s dinglberry that’s a quarter inch in diameter, and the only one in the room, and wonder, what are the chances of that happening in a two-hundred eighty square foot room at four in the morning?
As Sheldon would say, “We could do the math.”
The Insights
Don’t you love it when you’re writing or working on a problem, and you stop because you’re uncertain about what to do next, and then, as you’re doing something else, it hits you, *bam*, and you get so excited about the insights that you want to immediately get back to it?
Yes, it’s a great feeling, but all too rare.
Mash
Mash is the nickname I’ve given the mail the United States Postal Service delivers to my post box. It’s a truncating and combining of two words, as I’m wont to do. In this instance, the two words are mail trash. By my estimate, my mail is ninety percent mash. Two percent is personal, and eight percent is bills.
Sunshine and Rain
Have you ever been walking through the rain but in sunshine, wearing sunglasses and looking for a rainbow, and think, this could be the perfect metaphor for my life?
Yes, once in a while, like today.
Michael Seidel, writer 