Recently on a vacation motivated by my traveling companion’s thoughts about, ‘tons of unparalleled joy’, plus many, “Let’s go’s," we packed our things, the dog, and put the car in drive. And for the next four hours, with me behind the wheel, the exclamations from the passenger seat kept coming, “finally, out of that gloomy, horrible … frigging cold!” Nonetheless:
I didn’t want to leave. Did the fact, as my traveling companion expressed, “This gloomy, horrible …frigging cold!” actually exist? I was skeptical; actually, I had downright diametric thoughts from those icy views. I wanted to stay where I was. I was happy. And to my traveling companion I expressed these thoughts every hour in their presence, verbally, “It’ll change,” I’d say. But the car was already in drive, with me depressing the accelerator. Nonetheless:
We left. Once there, I wished I had never …left. I soon realized my new environment resembled what I thought was ---not good!? And the hubbub concerning the locals was, “Oh yes, this unbearable condition is normal for this time of year, enjoy!” Nonetheless:
I thought this ‘Normal’, should have contained a little, if not a lot, ‘ab-normalcy’, to be …Okay. Because this ‘Normal’, was what I call ---never-ending, hellish, or, just unbearably hot! Nonetheless:
The sun beams above seemed to hook into you, and followed you as you moved, when you know ---that’s probably not true. But that’s what I believed, and when my traveling companion, who at one time considered this place, ‘tons of unparalleled joy’, waffled, and now said, “Geez it’s hot here!” I was confirmed of these views of our new environment. Nonetheless:
I saw this hotness, stop all thoughts, with physical activity, considered by me, to be suicidal, and soon, the feelings of desperation were cascading all over me. So I expressed myself out-loud to my traveling companion, “Let’s go home ---Please!” Nonetheless:
I thought …if I was ignored, or if my traveling companion didn’t think as I thought, or completely agree with me, and my last and only options were exhausted, I would, ‘in all truth’, try to dispose of my traveling companion, and in my hand at the grisly scene, I would hold the ‘so-called’ ---Blunt instrument! Nonetheless:
The End
