The Second Teaching
There are two kinds of days ~ those where everything fits together and those where everything falls apart.
When everything slots into place ~ smile, sit back and enjoy the ride, revel in the wonder that is your life, sailing on calm waters in the right direction, bask in the metaphorical sunshine (even if you live in the North of England and the real thing is distinctly lacking,) praise Salamandertron.
When your world is crumbling around you ~ sulk, cry, blame God/your friends/anything you've ever believed in. Eat shit-loads of chocolate, look in the mirror and want to smash it because you feel so ugly, shout at small children to make them cry and get so pissed off it can't get any worse, so pissed off you laugh. And then laugh all day at everything. Laugh so much that your friends (those who are still talking to you) either disown you and begin to enquire into how they can get you committed, or laugh with you.
I am a fatalist. But in a good way. I believe that shit happens and shit will continue to happen whether you like it or not. Anyone who's ever had a bad hair day will know that bad hair continues to be bad hair whether it's stiff with spray or not. Does this matter? Can you see your hair? If you're having a bad hair day, leave it alone, go out, forget it, avoid mirrors. Simple. If you're having a bad day/week/life, forget it, go out, have a laugh, drink (if you need to,) take drugs (if it helps,) avoid reflection. Anything goes away if you leave it long enough.
And if shit's going to happen, it will, regardless of whether you're wearing gel.
- The Most Reverend Dr Jenna