A Short Rant

I’ll be outside enjoying the weather, perhaps I’m riding a skateboard, or maybe it’s a bike, and then as I cruise along, some guy who thinks he knows me throws a half-eaten apple out the window of his car. When that apple, ripe with inertia, finds the back of my head, makes impact and then explodes, it causes my mood to shift slightly. Later on, when I get home, I’ll log into my computer, and some kid from halfway around the world will ask me a very personal question via e-mail. Not fit to field such an invasion, I might respond with my own uncut, raw wit, and that kid may suffer some emotional bruises.  

He or she may go on to carry that original bad apple across social synapses and into new lives. And thus the cycle remains unbroken. But instead, should I go home and refuse to log onto my computer; rather, should I pick up a guitar and create art, I just may let ill air clear. So, that’s what I’m going to go do. I’m going to let the past pass, and I’m going to re-align myself with the current moment.

Done.