Congratulations to all who were clever enough to pull off a joke. I did not have such an opportunity, although, I must admit the calibre of pranks seems to have risen. Yesterday, I read an article which outlined 10 different pranks. Some tried, and true, others delightfully clever. However, all in all, largely despicable. T favorite was to Saran Wrap the shower head, so the water became redirected, at the person reaching in to turn it on. Tonight at dinner, an auto mechanic tecounted a seriously dirty (in more ways than one) story of greasing everything. In the shop with tire lube. The take-away point was the extreme slipperiness of the stuff, while the story was hilarious, it ultimately reminded me that the line between funny, and cruel is not all that distinct.
As I happen to so spend so much time piecing a manageable life back together, these realizations occasionally blindside me. Sometimes I lose it, and breakdown. Others, I just remain stoic, and attempt not to process the implications of having lost so much, that I still have no idea, as to the ultimate extent of my injury. Anoxia is still the great unknown.
Like pranks that inflict pain, or emotional harm, where is the hilarity in the creation of anothers suffering? It often appears that our society feeds on this negative energy. I now find it necessary to occasionally stop, center myself, and remember that I don't have to/can't let all of it in. I'm often forced to filter the world piece by piece, as orchestrating all movement, thought processes, and all othe life functions can't simply overload my abilities. In this case, I stop, or freeze until my brain mangages to process, even one detail, and I can go on in my world. Every survivor lives with different struggles, although, I d like to imagine that the struggle of Irving your broken world back together, can be triumphantly universal.