Positively Glorious!

Recently, I discovered that despair has no color. Despair needs no color. It works its dark magic using only black and white. Like the white square of a newspaper column. And the black words printed there. Words that would lie so innocently by themselves, yet were strung together in such a way that they announce the death of a soul.

I’m in no way a dark person. I tried to be years ago, and wrote all kinds of wannabe Gothic poetry to try to prove to everyone how dark and mean and unhappy I was. Reading it now is almost comical. I’d write some menacing description of the classic, dark, stone mansion… draped with wonderful spring flowers and warm breezes of spring. The dark foreboding presence creeping upon you would be a harbinger of… a wonderful summer brunch of lightly fried salmon with lemon and capers.

Well, that’s a bit of a joke, but the threads of happiness were still there- and they were big threads. Every once in a while, however, I need to write about darkness. Real darkness.

No, seriously people, real, real, darkness. The kind that you probably don’t even want to read. It’s not often, but it happens.

I’m at that point now, so decided to make another category, and remove it from the main feed. That way, you needn’t see it unless you’re looking for it.

There’s no salmon, no spring flowers, and no warm breeze. The Pit of Despair is a dark, cold and very lonely place.¹

1. I’m so full of shit. Why would I name it after  a reference to “The Princess Bride?” Even when I try to be dark and depressing, I just really can’t pull it off. [↩]