The Fantastics, the Flutters, and The Feared Flushed.

The worst thing about the fantastics of life, is when the overwhelming joys of the rarity get trapped in your everyday. When that thing you can only have once (or if by chance the fabulous opportunity blossoms more than once, and makes my day again) burns itself into the reality of the everyday. When it becomes so obviously, for the time being, just an event, or occasion, though amazing it truly ends up itching uncontrollably for some time after as you live wanting more.

To be spoiled is a dangerous gift. To get those things you have longed, fawned, fantasized, wished, lusted, wanted, begged, bartered, dreamed for to come rushing into your immediately reality is amazing, but when that thing is something that isnt tangible, when its a happening, or experience, or a person, you end up spoiling yourself after you get what you've thought would only ever rest as a "wish that could be".

The inner flutters are an overbearing noticeable compared to the outward grin that staples itself on your face after a helping of bliss, and you end up flushing those flutters out with little write ups such as this.

Blogs are not only self-promotion, they are also the ideal place for you to say the things that you hope everyone is thinking, but if wrong, would otherwise create one hell of an AWK in the room.

Sometimes embarassing yourself is worth it, depending on who you're writing for!

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Thursday, January 05, 2006