Those Things

You know all those little things. The annoying incidents of everyday life. A knocked over glass of water. A missed phonecall. A forgotten errand. They don't mean much. You shrug and you take one step forwards or backwards and fix things and you're soon on your way again.

Imagine walking through life if each and every one of these little things stabbed you to the ground.

Avaimet nurjiin oviin

Pelatusta palapelista puuttuva pala
Kaupan tiskille unohtunut kuivahiiva
Silmäpako mustissa sukkahousuissa kirkon ovella
Omenapuun väärin leikatut oksat
Eteisen pöydän taa pudonnut passi
Edellisen viikonlopun kukkapaketti teatterin takahuoneessa
Saman illan kolmet juhlat ja myöhässä peruttu tapaaminen
Myötätuntoinen kosketus onnellisemmalla olalla
Häämekon koinsyömä päättelemätön helma
Iloisin hymy kysymyksen väistäneen vieraan huulilla
Suljettuun puhelinumeroon lähetty anteeksianto

Oh, That's Just a Sign

Read this thing today where one person asked the other about something they do or feel and the other person said, "Oh, that's a sign of depression". Learned that I'm depressed.

Which I knew. But I didn't know how much of this stuff that I'm feeling is just that. Not sure if I ever want to see the full list.