Things To Do, Places To Be, No One To See

By Shelby Hamilton, May 16, 2018

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Some time: wasted.

Things learnt: a few.

Patience left: less than I started with.

People that need to be taken care of by Shelby: Shelby.


The Grinch: I tell you Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here. [indicates himself]

When I mention the ‘some time’ that I have allegedly wasted, I’m not implying that it has anything to do with possibly regretting the time I did manage to spend. However, the total lack of regret I now have does not mean, if given the chance, I would EVER do it all over again. Not because it sucked big time, but because as much as it did suck, even if it doesn’t seem like it… I am glad it did happen. It just so happens that when my brain finally learns a lesson, he shoves the experience that taught me the lesson into a category. A folder in the filing cabinet. I would rather not go through that god awful thing again for the forth time, so my brain labels it as ‘waste’. High five.

Time happens. People happen. Waste happens. It’s all garbage but at least now I can have an easier time sifting through the garbage in the rubbish tip that is life. You gotta spend money to make money, you gotta spend time to make time.

The really stinky parts of life do help us appreciate the palatable stuff. But that doesn’t mean we have to put up with the taste of something we’d prefer not to eat, or the smell of rotting garbage. If it is deemed possible that I am able to avoid some stinky parts of life from happening again, I’m going to go with the ‘avoid stink’ path of the story.

My tastebuds know better than to eat garbage as of late. I would say that one of my favourite things about myself are my tastebuds. Not only do I have tastebuds hiding all over my tongue, I have a theory that my body has it’s own emotional tastebuds. So do you. Invisible tastebuds. Around us or inside of us. You could say that your gut feelings are like your tastebuds. Your personal preferences are determined by your body’s tastebuds. And we don’t want to burn any of our tastebuds out, or feed them something they wouldn’t enjoy.

My mouth’s tastebuds don’t love bananas. My brain’s tastebuds appreciate space and time alone. My heart’s tastebuds prefer not to flutter and burn at the thought of another human being. We know that it can be easier to identify what you do not like as opposed to what you do like. All of the happenings in my life thus far have brought my tastebuds to a place that recognises there are some general happenings that they like the taste of more or less compared to others. These tastebuds have their own do’s and don’ts system. Their own palate. A part of my brain’s tastebuds like to simplify everyday and every-life things into either a need or want, or more so a waste of time/not a waste of time category.

Like this:

So all of the garbage was worth it in the end. Now, thanks to my tastebuds, I know that I’ve got things to do, places to be, and no one to see.


The Grinch: Any calls?

Grinch’s Answering Machine: [computer voice] You have no messages.

The Grinch: Odd. Better check the outgoing.

Grinch’s Answering Machine: [Grinch’s voice] If you utter so much as one syllable, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you’d like to fax me, press the star key.


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