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Magpies – The Poultry Avengers

I might be over thinking this but, here I go anyway:

It was time for the weekly groceries refill and I was on my way home on foot, having missed the hourly bus and worried about drinking sour milk if I stayed to wait 30 minutes in the hot sun. I was prepared for this, or so I thought…

Within 15 minutes of feeling like a donkey laden with bags of groceries from the shops on each shoulder trodding away, I was counting down to the the sweet relief of sitting on my bum. It wasn’t easy, nor was it a short road home. I bumped into a friend mid-way and reluctantly paused to say hi while my eyes screamed for help. He didn’t take the hint, a wise choice.

Determined no-one could help me but myself, I focused on the road that led home. I sang to the tunes playing from my iPod, trying to lift my own spirits and took a usual turn to duck between the trees when suddenly something smacked me in the side of the head.

 

What the F?!

I turned in the direction it should have landed and saw a big black bird swooping back up into the trees. I should have known… a Magpie.

Oddly, all this time, my feet kept carrying me forward, away from the crazy bird, towards home and safety; while my head spun a little. The area where I got hit was still throbbing as if a turkey leg had struck me in the back of my head. If I was bleeding, my body took no note of it; my legs were too tired and my shoulders hurt from the bag handles.

I tried to maneuver my sore arm to my head. I was pretty sure the beak didn’t hit me and my hand came away clean.

 

Then it struck me – that’s a rude bird! To hit someone when they’re down and weak!

I’m sure it thought I was a threat walking  ‘too close’ to its nest or something but seriously, my hands weren’t even mobile enough to move; needless to say climb up a stupid tree just to attack its nest.
I actually have better things to do, really, I do.

If I were hit by a person, I could at least confront them and find out why they decided to pick on me. It wasn’t fair to just smack and fly! You can’t just hit someone for no reason and get away with it! But it seems the Magpie could. Even if my arms had more feeling in them, that big bird with its sharp beak and a thirst for attacking random passer-bys, sent my courage running and I decided, rightly, fleeing would be the best decision there.

My arms would be no protection in this situation.

 

Sweaty, exhausted and with a throb in the side of my head, I finally arrived at my doorstep and unpacked the chicken thighs I had purchased.

Perhaps for all the chicken we’ve eaten, the Magpie was just exacting poultry’s vengeance on the human race – or on me in this case.

 

That still doesn’t make the pain go away…

nor the feeling of being bested by a bird.

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The Art of Procrastination

The Art of Procrastination. I think I’ve perfected it.

 

1. Before starting on my work, check all email accounts. I’m sure there’s an email I need to respond to or haven’t read properly.

2. Read my favorite blogs on WordPress and then just explore those Freshly Pressed. Add new blogs to those I’m following. I should start on my work but,

3. I should update myself on real-world happenings first! So, I read the news. While reading, Google the tangential issues that peaked my interest. 40 minutes later…

4. Check my email again. Maybe something came in when I wasn’t looking. I’ll start doing stuff in a few minutes, I promise.

5. Oooh an email notification from Facebook. Login to Facebook to find out more, read my news feed for a dose of gossip.

6. Finally pull myself together to write a list of what I aim to do today before realizing that it is already 5pm.

7. Since its close to dinner time, I psyche myself into a state of potential hunger and keep my mind occupied with thoughts of food, or dinner-time TV.

8. Say something motivating and purposeful like, “That’s it, I’m knuckling down to do all these things on this list after dinner and the new episode of The Mentalist which starts at 8:30pm.

9. I follow step 8 through and at 9:30pm, after Mentalist, the warm bed looks real attractive.

10. The cycle willingly repeats itself.

Kids, don’t try this at home.

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Multitasking Madness

I’ve got 29 tabs open in my browser and every 2 minutes something else pops into mind and my mouse heads towards the “+” icon to ‘Open a New Tab’!! What is wrong with me?!

  • I want to blog about some story ideas I had
  • I have some job applications to submit
  • Need to do some research on companies for a kick-ass job application
  • Thinking about (and googling) recipe ideas for the leftover kiwi in my pantry
  • Feeling a little frustrated and want to blog about the fuzz that’s growing in my mind and a growing hunger in my belly as it draws closer to dinner time…

Stop!

I took a breath and opened WordPress, but got distracted by reading the posts from some of my favorite bloggers.
Wait, what was I trying to do?
Closed WordPress.
As I berate myself mentally, I realize the pantry is just a few steps away.
Mmm a cookie would taste so good right now.

I should grab one.
But it’s too close to dinner. Or is it?
Images of the Tim Tams I bought tempted me further into the sweet, sweet embrace of my pantry and all its treasures.
A mental battle ensues.
One that logic wins.
Defeated, I grab the thing nearest to me.
My cup – and took a sip of water.
It tasted nothing like the sweet sensation of chocolate.

Searching for a distraction, I looked back at my screen and clicked on a random tab.
It was a job opening I was interested in.
Re-read it.
It was a website I had never seen before, asking for my resume and contact details.
I wondered if they were legit.
Opened a new tab to research on the jobbing website.

It was taking some time to load.

Re-opened WordPress.
Clicked on “New Post”.
Maybe I could try to get a post in while it was loading.
I had some ideas on what to blog, hmmm….
My stomach growls.

I’m hungry, it’s dinner time.
Or close to it.
Everything else will have to wait.

Just for a little while.

My Tim Tam Stash

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Just a Memory

It’s been days since we last spoke
Perhaps even years
A trickery of the senses
My eyes, my ears

We must have been happy
But in an instant it changed
What happened those last few seconds
The shouting and the pain

What was it like when we first met
How did we feel, what did we say?
Did it even happen?
Perhaps there was something written

Maybe I saved it
Somewhere somehow
Maybe they were
just dreams said out loud
Like wisps of a breeze
Floating around

If only I could turn back time
But that does us no good
I know, we’ve tried
Instead we need
To look ahead
And put aside
What is already
Behind

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(I think) I’m Trying

It’s not that I’m not trying
I’m trying to understand what I did
What I said that was wrong

I check our chat logs
I check my memory
They are flawed

But I still don’t see it
Maybe in the same way
You don’t see what you did wrong

You put me in a box
You labelled me
With things other people said
With things I told you in confidence
With things that happened just once
You don’t see me for who I am
It hurts
Because I thought you did

My feeble mind
Is filled with
How quick you are to anger
How quickly you jump to conclusions
How you judge me all the time
I guess I don’t know you too
I’m sorry
I thought I did

I’m not playing games
I just can’t get my mind
Around everything

We live in a world
Framed
By our own narratives
Subjected
To our own analysis
Influenced
By our fluctuating emotions
Limited
By the way we communicate
Filled
With the feelings that may be
Too difficult to grasp

I don’t understand
How can things be worked out
When we can never fully understand
What someone else is feeling
No matter how hard we try

But I’m trying

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Bound and Gagged

Passing shadows
Have no care
Caught
Like a helpless hare
Ensnared

I want to fly
But the sky
Refuses
My want to soar
And more

Speaking but
Not heard
Muted
By life’s
Demands

Creating nothing
Apart from emptiness
Left
Alone
In the dark

Trying again
And again
Afraid
Yet not wanting
To lose hope

Wanting to focus
To drown out the world
Bound
By the paradigm
I live in

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Ending the Bad Day “Curse”

I’m working on a little story right now but it’s taking a little longer than expected to finish. So in the meantime, something came to mind.

I’m sure you’ve felt, at least once, like the whole world hates you, including the birds and the cute little dog next door; and it must have happened enough for there to be so many sayings about it! E.g.:

  1. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed
  2. Murphy’s Law – if something can go wrong, it will
  3. Someone saying “at least it couldn’t get any worse”, and it does
  4. Someone saying “don’t worry I’m sure things will get better soon”, and it doesn’t
  5. When it rains, it pours
  6. Things will get worse before they get better
  7. Mind over matter – you can beat the “bad day”, and you get more frustrated trying

Which makes me wonder, why do bad things always happen all at once? Sometimes it really feels like there’s a higher power at play to have all these horrible things happen all in one day. Then sometimes I think, why would the higher power even bother with something like that, or someone like me?

Why God Why Kitten

Life's a stage

Although what would the alternative be? Spreading all the bad things across a whole year and by that imagine a bad day but lasting for 365 times as long? Nooo… that would be bad. Actually, that might make you immune to bad things. Which would be good…? Bruce sure didn’t like it. Who’s Bruce? (Note: Opens in a new window)

Well some people say it’s all in your head, but I live with my head and sometimes I can’t control where my mind takes me! So that doesn’t really help. Plus my mind always has a really kick-ass comeback for that. For a more scientific breakdown, see this lifehacker article: The Science Behind “Having a Bad Day” (and How to Solve It), if not, read on!

Uber Bad Day

Maybe this is all in my head

My recipe for dealing with bad days if you’re an optimist or even a semi-optimist or just someone who wants to make it better is:

  1. You can choose to sulk  (if you’re around people close to you, then make sure they know you’re sulking) or suck it up (especially if you’re in the bus, nobody wants to sit next to a crazy person).
  2. When you’ve sulked or sucked it up enough, consider venting to someone who will listen, provide a comforting pat and not rebut or laugh at your misfortunes.
  3. Spend some alone time figuring out your thoughts or calming yourself down from the “adrenaline rush” of depression. Trust me it helps, whether or not you like spending time with yourself.
  4. Distract yourself with something mindless. Try not to do anything too challenging as that may add to the frustration. E.g. read a children’s book or play a mindless game that has no room for failure.
  5. If possible, do what you enjoy, be it hanging out with friends virtually or physically, reading, writing etc, but try to avoid any impetuous acts of booking a trip overseas or buying a house or anything of that sort you may regret later.
  6. Otherwise, let time do the healing and when you feel it’s safe for you – mentally, emotionally and physically, slowly “head out into the world” again – ie resume what you were doing and the “Curse of the Bad Day” is lifted!
  7. If the above doesn’t work sometimes consciously trying to make it a better day actually does work.

Now if only I could get myself to remember that…if anyone succeeds, let me know!

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