Bumpkis
What is it with life, huh?
So, I've got this friend, let's call him Bumpkis. OK, so Bumpkis can go through one week feeling really well, and then the next week maybe he'll be down. Or, then maybe he'll have a good day and then a bad day. But what about having like a good morning, a weird afternoon, a strange evening and then a lousy night? How does life do that?
I can't ... um, strike that. Bumpkis can't figure it out. Mood shifts, emotional swings, feeling alterations... what the heck he wonders? Why can't he just be happy all the time? Why does he have to beat himself up when things aren't perfect? Hasn't he figured out yet that life, like his namesake, can be bumpkis sometimes? Dull, boring, terrible, lousy, unfeeling, ineffective, irrational, stupid, difficult, crazy, insane, problematic, unseemly, depressing, poopy ... the list goes on. But, othertimes, everything can be sunny, cheery, warm, wonderful... hmm, that's a significantly shorter list.
Anyway, he just needs to eat some pizza, watch some futbol and take a siesta and start the week over again tomorrow. Thank goodness for Mondays.
PS: He doesn't even care about futbol.
4 comments:
...soccer?
Thanks goodness for Mondays?
i think the city is making me unstable, i know.
(and i meant real football, but just wanted to write it like soccer)
I...um, I mean my friend Palooka always says that thinking about Bumpkis makes him smile.
My best friend Steve said that NYC just magnifies your emotions so greatly, either way. Probably because of the huge population and the cross-section of greatness and despair that that offers up.
If you feel great, the city makes you feel TREMENDOUS! If you're down, you just descend like a rock.
hang in there on those crappy days...
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