The Unbearable Lightness of Being Shitty

For days I have been staring at the blinking cursor and the white screen. I have been trying to compel myself to write something.  It’s like forcing your intestines to contract and push until you hear the "plop".  I had typed a few sentences but I found myself pressing the backspace button and watched the cursor devour characters one by one until all I saw was the blinking cursor and the white screen again .

As much as I want to shut up lest of saying something really stupid, I think it is worth my while to plop about my experience this morning.

I went to the high court today to represent my company for a civil case.    It would be my first time to appear in court so I was anxious.  I need to be there 9:00AM sharp according to the lawyer.  I tortured myself by waking up before 7:30AM. (I usually get off bed at 8:15AM).  I reached the high court at 8:50AM after much hysterical rushing.  The lawyer told me the hearing would only start at 9:40AM.  Bastards! I impatiently waited at the sala until past 11AM when the lawyer approached me and said that the hearing would be scheduled to an indefinite date.  Bastards!  I painstakingly prepared myself mentally, fast forwarded 16X my morning rituals and grew sequoia roots in the sala just for nothing.   

So what’s my point in narrating this?  Well, it may not be the best analogy I can offer but it speaks well of life.  I type a thousand words with five thousands keyboard clicks; but less than five clicks can make a travesty of my efforts and bring me back to the blinking cursor and the white screen…

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