Sunday evenings always make me dreary and un-witty. I start contemplating. First of banal practicalities . Do I have gas in the car? What do I eat for lunch tomorrow? Then absurd thoughts run through my epileptic mind causing bizarre streams of conversations.
Like how I realized that as I grow older (and not so wiser), I also seem to have a lesser range of emotions to play with. In fact I am down to 4 main ones. Anger, Love, Boredom, Depression.
Really boredom is a consistent one and mixes rather nicely with the others. I can be loving & bored at the same time.
I am nervous about having so few combinations left.
I fear there are some out there who have not crossed my brain’s emotion making factory maybe because of the lack of the right formula. Or the right management.
I believe I am at an interstice here.
