Jo had always imagined himself somewhat like a grapefruit. Only not spherical or particularly orange. And comparatively less deadly than other fruits or vegetables (when dropped from a great height). Its more that he felt he took some getting used to.
Having recently fallen off his soapbox, he lay there, wondering, as people who fall off their soapboxes often do, about life and death and all that other stuff that comes in between.
For a moment it seemed almost like meaningful reflection, until he spied from his vantage a silver spoon that had rolled underneath the sofa sometime before.
Easily distracted by all things shiny insight took the opportunity to crawl under the wire and escape. It was caught several days later trying to cross the border with a fake British passport.
Which is probably a good thing. After all who knows where it might have ended up? Taking over the world or abusing small children.
And so having fallen from not very high, insightless and clutching a tarnished silver spoon Jo was forced to consider the veritable facts. Was he pushed? Or did he fall?
I like words. Syntax and grammar less so. Therefore to preserve the equanimity of the reader I feel I should apologize right near the beginning. Also, since we are being upfront about my literary faux pas, I sometimes arbitrarily switch between American and original English without noticing. Color me sorry. Sentence structure is also often poorly constructed, with strange bits added for effect. It should definitely not be combined with alcohol or prescription medication. In fact it’s probably safer if you didn’t touch anything. Or even yourself during your perusal.
Having now led with a disclaimer, I feel that maybe I should also point out (while we are here) that I am not very clever. Probably shoehorned in there somewhere near the rounded bit on the bell curve, but conceited enough to wonder why I’m surrounded by all these idiots…
Average Jo, if potentially more accurate, sounds a little defeatist. Also, I do aspire to be mighty. Even if the exact meaning thereof will only be determined at some future point in time. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Also it should probably be impressed upon you that this blog has no theme. And will likely pitch and roll and occasionally oscillate violently between interests. Also updates may be frequent. Or less so. Depending on the subtle variances in my mood.
Lastly, understand that everything I write is tainted by white privilege, a high level of affluence and a Teutonic upbringing. That’s just the way it is. I never claim to be right. Its usually just what I happen to think at the time. I’d like to believe that I have no dogmatic beliefs and more than anything I’d like to think that my mind can be changed about anything.