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Rock Possibilities

I saw this little fellow again while on walkies with Very Excited Dogs yesterday. The painted rocks move around the neighborhood in odd patterns; I half suspect someone knows I’m keeping an eye on them and moves them just to say hello. Or, you know, the rocks are moving of their own accord.

Of course the real reason is that the people who paint them are trading them, and people who like them are moving them around like goods in an economy. But I wouldn’t be much of a writer if I didn’t consider the other possibilities.

And, of course, there’s the fact that this particular stone seems to be following me. While I’m not sure about the “stay positive” message–unfounded optimism tends to give me the hives, not to mention the willies–I can get behind the “laugh” bit.

I’m waiting for everything to reach the pitch of absurdity that makes me break down in helpless laughter. That’s generally when I know I’m going to be all right. It’s taking a while, though–there’s nothing laughable about current national events, and indeed there rarely is. Rather, I start laughing at the absurdity of my own personal life.

Sooner or later I’ll get there, I’ll hear that peculiar internal snap, and the giggles will flood free. It’ll feel like lancing a boil, a painful relief, and I’ll know I’m going to be okay.

It might even be the next time I see this damn painted rock, so I suppose I’d best get out the door with the dogs soon. Whoever daubed it knew what they were doing.

And, since this is a Friday, I’m curious. Do you get the giggles when you snap too, dear Reader? What happens when you reach the end of your rope and fetch up against the knot? When do you know you’re going to be okay again? Tell me.

I’m all ears. And, apparently, amusement.

4 thoughts on “Rock Possibilities”

  1. Generally mine is the point where finally get really angry. It takes me a while for it to build up (which sometimes fools people into thinking it’ll never happen) but it’s such a relief when it finally comes.

    • Is it when you finally can in good conscience let the leash on one’s anger loosen a little? I can remember the last time I felt that, and along with the scary sense of unbridled power there was just so much relief that finally, FINALLY my conscience would let me be good and mad.

  2. I don’t cry easily. Wait, that’s wrong. I weep easily for the struggles other people are experiencing but not my own. It is when the dam breaks and I finally wail that I know I have reached full realization/processing. After that my well is ready to be filled yet again by the endless suck&tuck of my day to day. I do get a few moments of blessed relief where I feel I can breathe the deepest.

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