Let’s talk about the environmentally friendly conversion of an untapped, readily available source of energy.
Although I’m drowning in images of the horrendous floods threatening the lives of so many people right now, the catalyst for today’s blog is my personal celebration of horrendous customer service on various continents.
It is always the small foxes of repeated irritation that threaten to drown us with their inevitable recurrence.
As visualizing potential disasters could be helpful in averting them,
I’ve spiced this blog with pictures of non-decorative objects – thanks to the creative internet sleuth HELEN BICKERS.
The dripping-tap-torture of unnecessary bureaucratic complications is visiting me in the form of changing bank accounts. To avoid lawsuits I’ll call the bank threatening to rob me of my sanity the Merzgrüftler Spottkasse, abbreviation: MS. It started off very innocently with me needing to insure my bicycle and ended up with me moving my accounts to the charming MS because the staff was so friendly, helpful and VERY talented at hiding the reality of what I had signed up for. What should have been, according to the friendly staff at MS, a simple procedure, has already cost me an extra 9 precious hours of my life. An urgent phone call this morning added another 95 minutes to my Odyssey MS – AND did not bring me any closer to concluding this fury-inducing situation.
FURY = UNTAPPED ENERGY
Like a natural birth, one knows that SUCH procedures, duration unknown,
despite empty promises,
Are to be suffered and mastered SOLO.
Likewise, procedures of a bureaucratic nature are to be endured and accomplished SOLO.
If you are very fortunate you’ll have a friend to wipe your brow, make encouraging noises and most importantly, when it is necessary, tell you to GET-ON-WITH-IT!
SOLO & SHARED SUFFERING = UNTAPPED ENERGY
So instead of wasting the natural energy of any rising waves of aggression and sheer bloodlust one is inevitably subjected to,
I am looking for ways to convert the rampant energy of sheer frustration into something useful.
If clever scientists can find ways to convert sunlight, wind, and waves into useful, environmentally-friendly sources of power, shouldn’t we be able to convert the negative energy sometimes spluttering through our veins into a positive, non-threatening enhancement of our daily lives?
A SHORT HISTORY OF PERSONAL HORROR
I fondly look back at the first time an airline lost my luggage…..aaah, the innocence of assuming THIS does not happen too often….the joy of celebrating being reunited with the battered and bruised suitcases ONE WEEK later, not yet aware that the global airline hobby of sending luggage to alternative destinations would enhance and develop my survival instincts to the point where I suspect I’d survive if you dumped me in the forest with cabin luggage only right now.
If one travels by DB (our German train system) regularly, one automatically becomes part of an army of travellers, fondly remembering delays, suicides, and the best-of English announcement with the extra-thick German accent. Seasoned travellers can be recognized by how quickly they simmer down from
To constructively use the energy we so often waste on temper tantrums and shopping, instead of converting them into positive, FREE energy, I have compiled an alphabetical list of spells/chants/mantras to be used for safe energy conversion. If applied conscientiously in conjunction with the user manual, these spells should lower blood pressure, limit outbreaks of anger pimples and strengthen your abs.
The following spells may safely be used while driving. Most effective if all consonants CRACKLE, SNORT & POP.
BASIC EXERCISE: Pick a letter and spell matching your shoes, the weather & your mental state – take a deep breath – chant 9 repetitions of the chosen spell on ONE breath – roll your eyes once and REPEAT THE EXERCISE UNTIL YOU CAN FEEL THE ENERGY CONVERSION REACH YOUR TOENAILS.
WARNING: inserting short, explosive words into spells renders them useless. extending them with words containing more than 8 letters doubles efficiency.
SPELLS OF REQUIREMENT
ABOMINABLY APOPLECTIC ASS (i.e. donkey!) OF AVERSION!
BONEHEADED BRISTLY BEAST!
CRAZED CLUSTER OF CLOYING CUD!
DISGRUNTLED DODO OF A DISAPPROVING DUFFER!
EXPLOSIVE EXCREMENT OF INEXCUSABLE EXASPERATION!
FECKLESS FLOUNCE OF FLATULENT FRENZY!
GRUESOME GIT OF GRISLY GOOF!
HOSTILE HEAP OF HEINOUS HORROR!
INCESTUOUS INTERLOPER OF ILLITERATE INABILITY!
JERKING JOKER OF JEALOUS JABBERY!
KNUCKLEHEADED KLUTZ OF CLAMS!
LOATHSOME, LUBBERING, LAMEBRAINED LUNACY!
MALICIOUS MUFFER OF MEANDERING MORDACITY!
NASTY, NAUSEATING, NEANDERTHALIAN NINCOMPOOP! OBNOXIOUS OBJECT OF OFFENSIVE ODIUM! PASSIONATE PILE OF PROCRASTINATING PRATS! QUEASY QUID PRO QUO? REVOLTING RATBAG OF RANK REVULSION! SENSELESS SLEEZE OF SICKENED SPLEEN-SLAMMING SQUICK! TENDERFOOT TWERP OF TUMULTUOUS TENACITY! UMBRAGE OF UNCTIOUS UNINTELLIGENTSIA! VACUOUS VEGETABLE OF VINDICTIVE VEXATION! WORTHLESS WHACK OF WOODENHEADED WORMS! XENOGENOUS XYLOMA OF XEROXED XYLOCARP! YOWLING YODLER FROM PLANET YUCK! ZEBRAIC ZESTY ZEALOT!
If you don’t know where to start chanting spells try SHAMELESS SHIFTY-EYED CHARLATAN!
These spells were tested on 3 humans without any noticeable side-effects. If you experience weird sensations while chanting my spells, please sit down with a cup of tea, buy a dictionary OR new shoes and leave me a comment about your experiences of energy conversion.
Having grown up on a farm located in a semi-desert area, I have learned to accept the extremes of
raging fires with the accompanying POP-sounds of little animals not able to escape,
alternating with surprising cloudbursts causing decimating flooding.
As a teenager caught in a cloudburst while out riding I first learned to appreciate available natural protection and inherent survival instincts:
I couldn’t breathe because this heavy cloudburst felt like a sudden dunk into deep water.
My horse, following its‘ natural instinct, stopped dead and tried to hide his trembling head under his belly.
Trusting the natural instinct of the horse, I crawled under its belly so we could shiver and shake out the vicious onslaught of water together.
After what felt like an eternity, the sun leaped out and had the rolling fields steaming with joy in the blink of an eye.
On the long walk home I experienced my first craving to paint my toenails bright pink, put on a celebratory tiara and dance an exuberant reel of gratitude into the sunset.
Now, after decades of nearly compulsively painting my toenails pink,
I can recommend mentally stomping complications into oblivion on a regular basis.
Even if your high heels or heavy boots cannot possibly remove all of life’s problems,
dragging your shoes off your tired feet at the end of another nerve-slaughtering day
and being greeted by PINK TOENAILS
should get your smile back out of the mudslide to where it belongs.
HO JO TO HO!