Tuesday, February 28, 2006

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I just love it when life spins around and slaps you in the face... All it's trying to say is never to contemplate relief, and see it all as a goddam mountain of mashed potatoes where repose only awaits us on our deathbed.
Yipee yey. Can't wait.

(Nice piece of advice from myself to myself on a Tuesday morning after a shower and a fourth Gitanes.)

5 comments:

soraya said...

after this realisation, you will be free... you will be immune to mountains of mashed potatoes and slaps in the face... cause that's what it is really. you just have to see through it, and enjoy the little corners that can never be reached... except by you.

hikikomori said...

Remember that relief is a feeling. And you have to be alive to feel it.
A pain-endulging mood only serves the part of us justifying our banal living. When you unite with yourself, those "mashed potatoes" :), will melt with the intensity of your interaction with every detail of life, whether painful or joyful. You will touch underneath, only to find out that "The purpose of life is a life of purpose"... Thanks to Robert Byrne

rouba said...

but wouldn't it be heaven if you loved mashed potatoes? :)

Rasha said...

I guess so, but you could just replace it with a mountain of [whatever turns your stomach]: steamed asparagus, pigeon poo, or job rejection letters...

Then again, you could just ignore the whole piece of caffeine-fuelled advice, because even I am getting bored of my own nagging...

I say, "Yipee yey!" with a grin coz I'd be damned it if I don't!

SCHRmm said...

Yes yes yes! this is exactly it! Relief does not exist! when you stop looking for it cause you know there is only another mountain of mashed potatoes around the corner (even if it might be dressed as chocolate mousse, there is mashed potatoe inside the thin coating) then the craving stops and you just live. You walk through another mountain of mash, wipe off the bits that stick to you and go about your business. The mash potatoes are just a fact, like the bricks in the wall.